Saturday, July 14, 2012

Upping My Meds



I'm sitting here in my apartment, sweating.
Dishes in the sink. Laundry on the floor.
The cats, usually flying around the apartment this time of night, are spread out on the floor hoping to find the last piece of cool flooring.

There's coffee in the cup next to me, and I'm watching Youtube videos trying to get my ass motivated. The heat does nothing to help this. I'm inside two weeks until the 24 Hour run and tonight is the last big night of training. I wont be stepping foot outside until the sun does down.

I can't wait for the race. I've had a couple days to myself, and it's given me some time to tap in to my mental status and see where my head's at in relationship to not only the 24 Hr run, but the Deca as well.

Training is good, but I haven't taken time to sync my mind and body to learn the patience of a race this long, and that's what tonight's about. Settling into a rhythm where...in my head, there is nothing. When I mean nothing, I mean absolutely hollow. Complete mindlessness. The mileage and hours blend together and you actually forget everything that's happened over the course of hours.
This past october, I did a Triple Iron for which I was grossly under-trained. After a 7.2 mile swim, 336 mile bike, I made it 40+ miles into the run before things actually needed focus. That's the mindlessness I crave and the reason I do this. To say these events are about fitness would be a blatant lie. I take distance and pain the way a junkie takes heroin.

This mental training is my favorite, but has been neglected this year. I've really strived to get my fast twitch fibers going this year. Fast twitch and zoning out don't exactly mix. When you're going hard, you're much more focused.

So now it's time to throw the shoes on. Headlight batteries fully charged. Food and water in a small pack.
Minutes bleed to miles. Miles bleed to hours... and the darkness of the night overpowers the heat of the day.
Time to take my medicine and defocus.

thanks for reading,
krp