I'm now on week seven of my training plan and have not missed a training session. I've wanted to, for sure, but I've soldiered on. I've had a few workouts not go as planned, but that was either a math mistake or weather mishap.
I have to admit, this training cycle feels hard. After the Ironman and all my turmoil, fitness was my salvation, but also my last priority. I feel slow, and in some ways, I feel like I'm starting over. Not that it's a bad thing - starting over is just a chance to reinvent yourself.
It's funny for me to remember that I used to spring out of bed every day at 5 a.m. ready to tackle the day. Now, I just try to get on my feet and hope my legs will remember what we're supposed to do. When I get really tired or discouraged, I try to remind myself I am an Ironman, I did this once, I'll do it again. I will keep running marathons until my legs won't carry me. I will ride my bike until my wheels fall off. I will swim until my shoulders ache.
Because one Ironman is not enough. It's just the beginning, in fact.