An hour into the bike leg of the Ironman Boise 70.3. That is where my race finished. About as far south, as the race course goes from downtown Boise.
Turning the 180corner on the out and back section of the bike; we start sailing with the wind. I use the moment to self check the body. I’m coughing up phlegm, my airways feel raw, scratched and dry even though I just gulped some fluids. My energy level is getting low. It hits me like the wind a few minutes before; hard. I accept the fact that I am dealing with an infection. The decision is a painful one because the body feels soo good underneath the illness and it would have been enriching to celebrate some vitality with my family and friends lining up the course. I slowly experience a visceral pause as I go from an aero position up to the hoods of my stem and begin soft pedaling. My number one goal for the first 6 months of my 2013 season was to reach a satisfying self performance at this race. My number one goal in triathlon is to be that 60, 70, 80 year old guy that makes other people wonder, “how awesome is that…” A quick self assessment emboldened me with the wisdom that to continue racing would mean sacrificing my health. My main goal for racing as a professional triathlete is supreme health. I’m grateful for the experience of toeing the line and getting a chance to give it a go but I probably should have been wiser and pulled the plug very early in the bike.
Today, it’s clear I have a fairly typical cold which is no big deal unless your racing the world beaters in an Ironman event. I’ve processed it and got over it the second Lola gave me a big hug, while my competition completed the first loop of the run. Guillaume and Lola were just happy to see daddy for no particular reason. I love that.
The plan all along has been to take a two week break from focused triathlon training before gearing up for the second half of the season; I’m going to stick to that, even though I didn’t run in the race Saturday and I have all sorts of urges to start now. There is a deeper wisdom quietly saying, “Patience.” Hortense is starting her summer break as a teacher so I feel a little giddy too with excitement at having some extra time to be with the kids. This weekend we’ll be heading to the expansive Idaho Wilderness for a camping trip with Lola and Guillaume. They will be 1 and 3 in July and for all the days of my life I can think of few things I would rather do than go camping with my family. It will be Guillaume’s first time and Lola, well, at 3 she is going to be all wide-eyed-wonder.