Benchmark Testing


Three weeks ago, my training had been going well. Steady. I was getting into the rhythm of serious daily commitments. My swim group hadn’t started yet in our tri-weekly swims, but I was riding or running 5-6 days a week. Easy.

I felt good coming out of Wasaga, consciously working on my running, and chipping away at the mountain of training I needed to get through in the next 325 days.

My wife went and changed all that.

She signed up for Ironman Poconos 70.3 and convinced me to participate.

This weekend I see where I am physically, mentally. This will be my longest race, yet. It will tell me whether I have the mental capacity for this type of endeavour. If I blow up, oh oh, I’m in trouble. If I feel good, I’m sure it will motivate me.

It will be my benchmark test.

I’m scared of the race.

I’m scared that my mental toughness isn’t ready. I’m scared I’ll perform poorly and it will be demotivating.  I’m scared that I won’t be physically ready.

That fear excites me. That fear makes me believe I can do it.

It seems counterintuitive, but it does. It’s that sweet mixture.