I have a track record of doing this and I plan on doing everything I can to do it again next Saturday. I’m going to a World Championship, after all. Yes, perhaps it’s an amateur World Championship, but I have the honor of racing against some fine 40+ now-amateur talent (some of whom used to be pro). This is my big race of the season. The one that I’ve sacrificed Mommy-Remy time on the weekends for. The one I’ve spent ugh-worthy amounts of money for entry fees, plane tickets and a Team USA race kit. This race, I mean business.
You may wonder what my goals are. Number one is crossing that finish line without any sliver of a doubt that I didn’t give it everything I had that day– sound execution, effort, pacing, and digging deep when it matters most. There will be no doubts. There will be no excuses.
Did you see any goals in the paragraph above that have anything to do with splits, times, places in the field? No? That’s because I know that if I leave it all out there, that means I’ve done my very best and the splits, time and placements will take care of themselves.
As I’ve mentioned before, it takes a lot of mental and emotional preparation to go to the well like that. Much of my final month is building up that fight and desire to go for it. I read more triathlon-related internet materials to get in the triathlon mode (unlike some of you, the coaching I do is non-triathlon related). I visualize race scenarios during my key workouts. I tell myself over and over that I’m going for it and intend to relish every moment.
Mental training is every bit as important as the physical preparation. Maybe more important.
Generally, I plan for more training volume in my final month than I ever do. It’s during this period that I extend myself more permission to drop or reduce those things that aren’t key workouts and that’s exactly what I do. My training judgment call goes from “can I do more without sacrificing repeatability?” to “will this help me feel fresh and speedy?”
Yesterday, I bailed on a group ride because I was too exhausted from an intense workweek and the cold, wet weather just seemed like an invitation to catch one of the many illnesses that have been floating around the community. Including my son, who’s had a stuffy nose lately.
So that’s what I’ve been up to. Preparing. We fly out o-dark-ridiculous Wednesday morning. The race is Saturday. I’ll let you know how it goes.