Life after an Ironman that didn't go as planned is very similar to life after an Ironman that did go as planned. I spent a couple days being physically sore and then started to feel better. My blisters are healing but I'm about to lose 3 more toe nails. Moana is still as cute as ever and wants to be a Princess for Halloween (shocking I know). Laundry still piles up around here and I still cook and eat good food. (I've indulged a little but not that much. Mostly because fruits and vegetables make me physically feel good while ice cream and cookies make me physically feel crappy. Doesn't seem worth it?)
I've had some interesting conversations this week. A couple good ones that made me feel better... including one with Coach where I started to tell him how my legs felt and he said he didn't care how my legs felt... How's your head? Good point. Probably more important right now is how's my head vs how are my legs...
A lot of people I just kind of know have asked me how it went last weekend. I'm always unsure of what to say to those people because really, they're just being polite in asking. They don't know the difference between 10:34 and 11:04 in Kona so I've tried hard to just fake a smile and respond with something like "It went well" and then change the subject.
I did have a really great conversation with one of the older ladies at the pool this morning (yes I was at the pool this morning). She was one who genuinely did want to know how the race went... she's watched Nalani and I train for years... so we talked for ~30' before actually getting in and swimming and I let her into my head and told her what I really thought. And then she told me what she really thought and it came across as so genuine that it was easy for me to hear. This woman is in her late 60's and swims very slowly. She told me that she has asked herself many times why she swims... she knows she's never going to compete or try to win anything... but yet she's one of the most regular patrons of the pool year round. She simply said she enjoys doing it and it makes her feel good.
It can be so cliche to talk about 'enjoying the journey' but she was just so right... and I genuinely have enjoyed this whole journey... and I will continue to enjoy it for years to come. Which means that even when your big race didn't turn out like you thought it might, life goes on and you show up at the pool a few days later and swim another workout.
But let's not get too sappy here, ok? I'm no where near giving up. In fact, I have a theory as to why my race didn't go so well last weekend (it involves horror-mones and tampons so I won't go into the details for fear of scaring either one of the men who read this blog) but there's a part of me that is dying to have another shot... sooner rather than later. And seems like 6 weeks later would be an excellent opportunity to test this horror-mone theory of mine so I've become like Desperately Seeking Susan trying to find someone (anyone???) who knows someone (anyone???) who can get me a back door entry into IMAZ. In the name of research, I mean. I'll be like a one woman show testing the theory about our ability to perform at different times of the month. I've emailed many people individually pleading to help but it seems that a back door entry into IMAZ is not especially easy to come by. But if I don't ask then for sure it won't happen so I thought I'd put it out there... If you are or know someone (anyone???) who can convince one of those WTC folks to assign me a race number for November 20, let me know, will ya? Mahalo.