February was moving along nicely. Then came the marathon. I blew the race. Completely. I don’t know what happened, but I could tell about seven miles in that it was going to be a long day. I didn’t stay on pace and ended up walking much of the latter portion of the race. Nothing specific hurt. I just didn’t have the energy.
I had a mental breakdown. Jeanie witnessed it during the race. Then after the race, I went back and forth on whether I should be pursuing this triathlon thing or whether I should appreciate that I did one Ironman and give it a rest. In other words, I considered quitting. I thought about quitting my one-on-one training, quitting my Ironman effort, and going back to just swimming, since that’s the one thing I seem to be pretty good at. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t quit.
I had one really bad day, and I’ll probably have more. But it’s going to take more than one miserable marathon to make me give up the dream of being faster and improving my Ironman time. I have more than six months to prepare for Canada. My goal is to cut an hour off my time. Canada is a tough course, but I’m pretty tough too. I’m in it for the long haul.