As many of my regular readers know, I am in the beginning stages of training for my second Ironman race. The race date is Nov 22 in Phoenix, AZ. The rest of my season is geared towards getting me ready for that race. I am racing in the Kansas 70.3 (Half-Ironman) in June and the Redman 70.3 in OKC in September. I may do the Pikes Peak Ascent in August but haven’t decided on that one yet.
Training is going well. My week is oulined like this:
Mon: Long Run, TaeKwonDo
Tue: Yoga, Swim
Wed: Bike Intervals, Leg Strength Routine, TaeKwoDo
Thur: Run Intervals, Upper Body Strength Routine
Fri: Long Bike, Swim, TaeKwonDo
Sat: Combined Bike/Run (BRICK), Upper Body Strenght Routine
I have been trying this schedule out for a couple of weeks and feel that it will work out well. It incorporates interval training which works on speed, core strenghting and balance, general strength training, transition from bike to run, and endurance training in each discipline which is the key to successful completion of this length of race. The one thing I haven’t incorporated which would be beneficial is massage which I know JohnT thinks I should place higher on the list. I am tracking my caloric intake and expenditure both to make sure I am getting adequate nutrition and to trim down about 10 pounds or so to be at a better racing weight. Also, I am getting 7-8 hours of sleep most nights and working in a brief nap as often as I can even if it is just 30 min on my office floor over the lunch hour. I think this plan is good overall.
One thing that I am noticing about my life is that other than my wife and family and being at home with them, triathlon is the thing that brings me peace, contentment, happiness. My occupation does not do that for me. In some ways that feels twisted to me because it seems like the American way is to “love” your job. But I don’t. I don’t love my job. I love triathlon. Not my job.
And then I feel guilty. I’m a doctor. I’m supposed (I know, Dr. Paul. Bad word) to care about my job. I spent all this time and money and work learning how to be this thing. And all it is is a job. I don’t love it. I do like helping people. But I don’t enjoy doing it so much in this way. I’m not sure why that is. I think that it is because of the way the medical system works. The expectation is that you will work yourself to death, be available all the time, sacrifice your own health and wellbeing, and relish it. And I am not that. I refuse to be that. So I am continually battling against the current. The thing I love is triathlon, and I am not about to sacrifice that for my job.
I recognize that my job allows me to afford to be able to participate in triathlon. Is it OK for me to look at my job that way? Is it enough for me to just go do this work when I am not all that fond of it because it allows me to do the things that I do love? Can I be at peace doing that? I want to be. I want it to work that way.
I don’t know why a lot of me seems so unsettled these days. I’m ready for that to end.