5 Stages of Grief After Signing Up for Ironman and Other Lessons

It’s the beginning of week three and I have already learned several things in my journey to Mordor…I mean Ironman Louisville.

#1 My legs will be tired and steps will be hard. 
This is especially unfortunate when your apartment is upstairs. Bikes, gear, groceries, so many stairs.  I’m calling these painful trips cross training.
Speaking of groceries…

#2 Don’t neglect the meal prep.
You can have fun on your weekend, but you will pay for it if you don’t meal prep. I got all my long workouts in this weekend, but then I spent the rest of it eating fair food and spending time with friends. I planned to meal prep Monday, our one “rest” day, which actually means clean, meal-prep, and laundry day. However, mine and Jason’s engagement photoshoot on Saturday was rained out and rescheduled to last night, and just like that, I missed every opportunity over the weekend to meal prep.  So let’s do a little math. 2 athletes + 0 cooked food or snacks=Betty White level hangry. 

Our lunches are looking something like this

#3 Garmin heart rate straps do have a “right” side up
If you wear it upside down, you will find yourself at 4:45 in the morning, running at race pace until your heart is beating out of your chest, and wondering why you still can’t get up into zone 2.

#4 There is such a thing as five stages of grief for your lost life once you sign up for Ironman, and they can all happen in the course of a week… or days.
 Denial. I’m going to call this week 1 and 2. “Can’t WAIT to get my workout in today…I feel so amazing….Running, biking, and swimming for ridiculous amounts of time every day is something I see myself doing for the rest of my life….” Etc. etc.  
Anger. Hangry, defined by Urban Dictionary as “When you are so hungry that your lack of food causes you to become angry, frustrated or both.” This is compounded times ten when you are burning almost 1,000 calories a day.  See above.
Bargaining. When your alarm clock goes off at 4:30, and the conversation with yourself goes something like this, “Rest is the fourth discipline. My body needs rest more than it needs a run right now. I will sleep now and run tonight.”

Depression. This set in for me on Saturday, aka long bike day, when it thunder stormed ALL DAY. Do you know how slowly an hour and a half goes by on a bike trainer!?  
Acceptance. For me, this was today, the beginning of week 3. Some days I’m going to feel amazing, and some days I’m going to feel like crap. It’s all part of the journey. Embrace the suck, get it done, and reap the rewards. 



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