Good lord. I cannot believe it is the middle of July. July! I swear it's true - the older you get the faster it goes. I think it must be exponential though. This year is worse by far than the last few. I REALLY don't know where the time has gone.
So, ya. I've been writing tons of blog posts in my head over the last few months. Funny how none of them have appeared here. Woops. :)
Most of you know already that I'm out for IMKY. I asked for my refund a while back, and got hit with the $450 "cancellation fee". Gotta love Ironman. So my Kona '13 plan is now the Kona '14 plan. lol. Work just got majorly in the way. (it's a word!!) Was on a new gig, and just worked a crazy and unsustainable pace for about 3.5 months. 70-80 hour weeks, home like, NEVER, and just exhausted. Not to mention sick for 9 weeks straight. My SkyMiles hit 80,000 for the year in April. And that's just MQM's ... meaning actual flown miles. CRA-CRA.
Mid-April I finally said enough, and got off that project and got back onto the one I was on previously so that I could at least be in ATL part-time. And then yI started training again. Not really knowing what my goal was, or if I would even really race this year at all. At first we thought maybe I'd go after sprints and ease my way back in. But in the end I concluded that just was not doing it for me. It's hard to get up at 5am for a swim when training for a sprint. At least it is for me.
Then one day I was talking to my sister Leona, and she asks me out of the blue - Hey are you going to do that race up north? aka Muskoka 70.3. "Up North" is slang for cottage country in Ontario. We've always had a place up there, and the latest one has been in the family for 25 years. Before that was another cottage that we spent our early summers at. When she asked me it kinda sparked something inside. A little hope, a little excitement, a lot of fear. LOL. But I realized that I'd always wanted to do Muskoka yet was never able to because of the timing. It's the same month as Augusta, and the same weekend as Vegas. But now there was nothing standing in my way. Well, nothing but the fact that I couldn't even finish an FTP test. Ya, REALLY.
So here I am, 12 weeks back into training, after an astonishing 9 months of doing almost nothing. And it's starting to come back. I really doubted it would at times, but it is, just like April and Brett said it would. I'll talk more about that in upcoming posts. For now, I'm 7 weeks out from Muskoka. And while I might not be at the top of my game by then, I will be a lot closer than I was in April. It's never too late to come back, and it DOES come back. Proof right here. Even at my ripe old age ;)
Hope ya'll will start reading again. I'll do my best to post regularly and take you on my renewed journey again!
Happy Training
Kat
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