Alright, updated letter to my crossfit trainers. TL;DR alert
She speaks sense.
Road marathon redemption - PB the 2012 Auckland Marathon
Goal #3 Completed
Compete in 2010 World Rogaining Championships
Goal #2 Completed
Race the North Shore Coastal Challenge
Goal #1 Completed
Run the Hillary Trail
A blog about running with a mid-foot strike; freeing the body to run lightly, easily and quickly; through that freedom, finding a better life.
Come to think of it, I’ve always had the same issue with the Buddhist approach. I think I get it, and I reckon I can let go ambition and possessions, but can’t get past love & passions… Does that mean I’m more Vader than Obi Wan?
We seem to be a culture that is defined by its consummate coolness. If we get too excited about something, spend a lot of time doing it (especially if we’re not getting paid to do so), speak a lot about it, or are just genuinely fired up about something then we’re freaks, fanatics, in a cult, drank the Kool-Aid, etc. We should be embarrassed if something revs our engines, and we get to hear comments like, “Boy, you sure do love fill-in-the-blank, huh?” Which I guess really means, “Tone it down, will ya?”
It took me a long time to sort out that which I am passionate about. I grappled for so long with guilt about any time spent on passions outside of my family and work. Almost every parent I know goes through this. And if it’s taken me this long to let myself enjoy the things I truly enjoy, then it seems kind of ridiculous to feel embarrassed about being so into it.
So, I’m just gonna love the f*ck out of it.
I’m gonna love the f*ck out of CrossFit and everything else I put a hundred percent into. Really, what’s the point if we don’t? Once I began living my life this way, it was like I unclogged the storm drains. Every experience heightened. Everything seemed more fun. The returns have been a hundred fold. The smallest progress feels like a million bucks. Every moment is not the road to something great; every moment is it.
Buddhists believe attachment to things brings suffering. I can’t argue that. It would sting if my bike really did disappear or if CrossFit was taken away tomorrow. But being consciously aware of what I love has helped me be fully engaged and thankful for what’s here right now. It has giving me a freedom to be braver, take more risks, and completely dive into what I love and enjoy it deeper than I ever had while staying cool and wading through a shallow pool of disconnect. So, I’m just gonna keep loving the f*ck out of it.
What do you love the f*ck out of?
I just fucking love this blog post so I basically reposted the whole thing …
Life. It’s what you make of it.
So thats Goal #4 ticked off… Now what?
Well, we’re moving to Canada, thats one thing. Bound to be some adventures over there!
Three days out from Auckland Marathon 2012.
The Lydiard Marathon did its job. It scared me into training through winter. I felt pretty comfortable whilst running it and, to my surprise, wound up with a marathon PB - 3hr:26min - notwithstanding the hills. Naturally, I’m stoked but it was not the marathon that broke me last year, so my goal is not reached.
That was 6 weeks ago and I confess to complacency since. I’ll spare you the excuses because, like you give a sh*t. I haven’t trained well since mid-September and that casts doubt over my readiness. Redemption awaits IF my legs will carry me.
I’m super-sensitive to every little ache & twinge this week. I have plenty, and each one tries to gnaw at my confidence. This always happens before a big race and I’ve learned not to pay too much attention. Just nerves - let it go.
Whats the plan? Respect the distance, get thru to 32km in one piece, then let the marathon decide if I’m worthy :)
I’ve entered this to scare me into training for Auckland Marathon and its working. The Legend is run on 15 September 2012, then I’ll have 6 weeks to sharpen up for Goal #4.