I was behind by 30 minutes this week on my swimming so a sneaky Sunday morning session was always on the cards. However, when I woke up this morning I could hear the heavy rain on the windows and the idea of going to the lake lost some of its appeal. Gradually, the thought of getting out there and doing the missing half hour became more compelling. Swimming in April in a lake, something for my belief wall. So without any more pondering I gathered my clobber and headed towards the great outdoors. The water was cold and my throat felt icy for at least the first 500m. Then the rhythm set in and in no time I had a couple of 750 laps under my belt. The sky was a consistent grey and the rain was on and off, the as my energy started to sap on the third lap I spotted a small patch of blue sky. That was all I needed “A sign to say Paul finish what you have started”. So I did. 4 x 750 laps totaling 3k, 800m below the Ironman distance and if it hadn’t have been for the lake closing for swimming I would have been tempted to go the whole hog.
When I arrived home I couldn’t believe how tired I was and again the reality of the situation hit me. In 13 weeks I will doing a longer swim plus 112 miles on the bike and then the marathon. The temptation to be overcome by the size of this challenge is ever present. I have to just focus on the here and now, the next session of training and trust the process. The schedule suggested that I should have been riding for 45 minute then a quick change and a 90 minute run. However, the various family commitments eroded the day until I was left with a new multi sport event. A 20 minute bike ride followed by and 10 minute drive in the car (to drop my son off) followed by a 90 minute run. By this time it was gone 9pm and I was very tired. After digging deep I made the full distance on the promise to myself of toast and jam when I made it home..
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