Which is tougher:
Crawling and sloshing your way through 12 + miles of muddy obstacles, like swimming through ice water , tearing your knees and hands up on rough gravel, and diving through electric live wires?
NOT doing the above said crazy obstacle run, getting bloody, electrocuted, and suffer near hypothermia?
I vote B. Not willingly putting myself through such torture was the more difficult task.
Since you keep asking, here’s the official press release: I did not run the Tough Mudder. And I’m not too thrilled about it. A nasty cold that has taken up what feels like permanent residence in my lungs (same one I wrote about over a week ago) combined with the urging of a choice few who thankfully keep my best interests in mind…even when I don’t…sidelined me from the big race I’d had my sights set on for months. An awesome bright orange sweatband and battle stories to brag about for life, or walking pneumonia and/or hypothermia? It was a tough call. No really, I’m serious, up until the last minute, even coughing uncontrollably and remnants of a possible fever, I still had a hard time saying no.
But I did it. I benched myself. I guess I’m growing up after all…rational decisions and that sort of responsible junk.
|oh yeah, that’s an immune system killer right there
(photo credit: Tough Mudder facebook)
All of this has been a real eye opener to me about two things:
1) I am a giant, whiny, baby about missing a race. Particularly this race. My apologies to the people who have listened to me the past 72 hours. It’s really kind of pathetic how bummed I got about missing it. You’d think I just found out there was no such thing as the tooth fairy.
2) For being a “health and fitness professional”…I do not take very good care of myself. Sure I work out for hours every day, but I also often thrive on junk food, drink a little too much beer and not enough water, and seemingly do not see the importance in regular and plentiful sleep. It’s not pretty my friends.
As I get older (and 30 is NOT old, just for the record. Just old-ER) it seems my body is less likely to roll with the punches of my chaotic life as well as it used to. These days, it seems to put up a fight when I start demanding more and giving less. Yet these days, my plans are oh so much grander than just surviving another night out on the town and making it to work on time the next morning, raging hangover aside. Nope, these days, a little cold picked up from my kids at the gym child watch can quickly escalate to a 12 day torture session when I insist upon not sleeping, subbing for every spin class I can get my hands on, and convincing myself that I’m “well enough” to try and take on a tempo run. And some lifting. And forget to hydrate. And thus miss races of epic proportions.
You get the idea.
So now what? Now I hope that this has been a giant slap in the face of my goals and what I need to do to achieve them. Easy to say today, as I sit here next to a box of Kleenex, a giant water bottle full of “emergen-C”, and some really sore glute muscles because a mere 75 squats kicked my butt yesterday (in other words, my fitness level TANKED over the last two weeks, despite all of those spin classes). But what about next week, when hopefully I feel 100% back to normal? Do I remember how crappy these last 12 days felt not just physically but emotionally, or do I revert back to my 5 hour energy and crunchwrap supreme ways?
I feel my body scolding me and using the mom voice, and maybe even shaking a finger at me, as it says “I hope this taught you a lesson young lady.” I hang my head in shame. Lesson learned…I am not invincible. My super-mom cape only has so much super-power. Especially with my career choices…both fitness professional and mom of two crazy little kids…it’s imperative that I stay healthy. And as far as my training goes, I feel an urgent, new sense of focus.
So what are my goals?
1) June: Pack Mondadnock 10 miler
2) July: New England Tough Mudder #2 . I want redemption.
3) August: TARC Summer Classic 50 Miler
4)September: Spartan Beast. Actually, the Spartan ULTRA Beast if they will let me in.
Bring it on Summer. I’ve got my emergen-C and I’m not afraid to use it.