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Carla Cosentino's Journal
Training & Bliss Feb 28
veröffentlicht von: Turbo at 02:43 on März 02, 2009
It can happen, you know. That we get so wrapped up in working, in our obligations to family, in the travels between those worlds, and the inevitable need for your body to just quit. That happened to me just before the Snelling Race.
Recently, I had a promotion within my company. The travelling became more intense, I was trying to sort the time demands amongst reps and myself. I was becoming emotionally tired and not getting in the consistent training. I felt any pre acquired fitness I had achieved during the Oct thru Dec months slip away like a soft dream...I could hear the voices- distant, I could feel the muscles respond, but then falter. It was leaving me. All the hard work I had started to put in to ensure I had a better season that 2008 was now being slowly purged out of my Life by this 'work monster'.
After Snelling, I picked up the phone and called her. The coach. The one that has made a significant difference in many of my peers in such a short amount of time. I was embarassed I hadn't called her sooner, but had fussed with how much commitment I would be able to give and just didn't think it was worth it. After Snelling, I knew it would not only be worth it, but it would be necessary if I truly wanted to be 'in the game' this 2009 Season.
After 1.5 hours, I was psyched to go out and do my first 'real training' ride. The kind where I had a definitive plan based on MY strengths and weaknesses. She knew my body type, she had listened well to what I told her I had lost in the past few months, and she certainly heard the frustration in my voice enough to know that I was serious about making this a win win relationship.
Saturday I ran errands all morning and waited for the temps to go from a wet 48 degrees up to a nice crisp 52 while rains threatned. I didn't care if they came. I was so focused on getting out for 3 hours of thoughtful and smart conditioning, that I didn't even consider the 'trainer'. No siree, that will be on a late Friday night when the rest of the world is out dating!
After just recently moving to Marin, I felt the true freedom and almost 'spiritual bliss' of what it means to cycle out your back door and into the infinity of West Marin...its rolling hills, gentle peaks, misty ribbons weaving through the secret lakes of Bon Tempe, Laguinitas, and other jeweled set treasures. I took it all in while continuing to ensure my zones were being met. Just as directed.
After 2.5 hours of riding and heading homeward, the endorphins kicked in. Although I was with legs of cement in the beginning of my ride, I was now in 'the flow'....had I not had implicit directions to ride ONLY 3 hours, I am sure my body would have taken me for five. I ended my ride with full sprint (not in best form yet) for 25 seconds...YES, VICTORY!!! The sweet silent victory that an athlete who has been recently humbles knows. It is the moment you say to yourself, "this is possible". Not all is gone....prevail....prevail....prevail.....!
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