“commitment”

Its 5am and I am drinking my morning coffee getting ready to go out for a 6 hour bike ride which I will follow with a 1 hour run. 

7 hours of training to be completed before end of lunch time because I have a meeting/review I must attend at 15:00.

I’m not bragging…

It’s cold and rainy in Monaco which makes going off for a 6 hour bike ride even more mentally challenging than usual. 

I would be lying if I said that not a day goes by (recently) where I don’t ask myself, why am I doing this?? 

Why am I training to attempt to complete 7 ironman triathlons in 7 days across the 7 emirates??  

My body is sore, and tired … I don’t sleep well, not to mention my life is organized entirely around my training.  

But enough of me moaning like a total pussy… 

Life isn’t always meant to be comfortable and cushy.

Pride lasts longer than pain.

  
  
       

One thought on ““commitment”

  1. I would use a phrase in the gym machine to encourage myself if I were in the similar situation: “It’s your training, you’re doing very well, keep going!”

    Last night, I drove from Vegas to San Francisco by myself for 11 consecutive hours with only one-time 60-minute break. Everytime I felt like having stop-by, I remind myself of the English Channel Swim Challenge.

    Keep climbing…