So as I've been fighting that, I've realized that it's a theme that I've come back to time and time again: preparation.
Confession: I'm about as Type-A as they come.
Ha--that didn't surprise any of you, did it? So I plan everything down to the last details: my workouts, my grocery lists, my social functions. And while I've fought it most of my life, I'm a certifiable control freak. WHAT YOU DO YOU MEAN I DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM GOING TO DO FOR THE NEXT 24 HOURS.
My closest friends and family are well aware that is my worst nightmare. I test, I plan, I do trial runs, I plot my running of tangents on the course map, I pack and repack. I NEVER "wing it." And if you throw off my routine (especially my 4am gym time), you better be prepared to incur my wrath. So it's rather odd that I have been drawn so magnetically to adventure races, and especially races like the Death Race, where anything goes. I'm not an "anything goes" type of gal.
You think I would be more suited to, say, marathons or triathlons, where you put in the mileage, you follow the regimented program, and you know exactly what you are getting.*
But (A) I'm petrified of going fast on bicycles (that will be a subject of another post sometime); and (B) running on concrete gives me stress fractures.**
|Boring. I am so bored right now.|
I also have an adverse reaction to timing myself. I've never owned a Garmin. I only learned last year what a "negative split" is. I'm still rather mystified as to what a "tempo" run is, and I giggle at the word "fartlek." Don't get me wrong--I love to run. In my mind, there is nothing better (ok, maybe a few things) than a pre-dawn 20-miler along Lake Michigan. But the pacing, timing, and pressure to finish in under "x" time takes all the fun out of the sport.
Enter obstacle/adventure races (can someone come up with a catch-all term?! please?!). Way more laid back, and way less stress. People go out there, kick ass, but also enjoy fun things like booze and red meat. I remember the first time someone asked whether anyone was using their Garmin for World's Toughest Mudder. I just about fell over laughing (as did everyone else I believe). Seriously, dude? (1) You are going to destroy it; (2) what are you going to track? Negative splits between obstacles? Yes, there are winners for (some of) these races. But finishing is a big enough honor on its own.
Perhaps adventure racing has brought out another side of me. Perhaps I'm not as type-A, control freak as I thought. Or perhaps adventure racing is teaching me how NOT to be like that. I'm growing--growing as an athlete, growing as a professional***, and growing as a person.
So maybe what is really bothering me lately is that the unknown and lack of preparation...isn't bothering me at all.
|Oh hey 10-day forecast. You look unseasonably warm.|
I'm not complaining. Just sayin'
Pittsfield, I look forward to meeting you in a week. Let's do this.
*"Yay, I got a 26.2 sticker. So has everyone else, including my 300-lb neighbor
**Yes, I AM doing the Chicago Marathon this year just to check it off the bucket list. I don't really plan on "training." Training is when injury happens.
***And by growing as a professional, I mean trying not to get fired for taking so many Fridays off and telling people I'll be out of pocket and not able to answer my email for 24+ hours.