Oof, I need more weekends in my life. When is spring break? Three more weeks away? Not that I’m counting or anything.
My week was not good on the training front.
Monday I grabbed Husband’s 310XT and headed out for a run. With no capabilities to track my indoor running with this watch I opted to take advantage of the not negative temperatures and run outside.
Oh my gosh. Terrible. Absolutely terrible. My calves seized up half a mile in. My form fell apart and by the time I hit the one mile mark I was hobbling, limping, dragging myself. Something, I don’t know. I gave up and walked the half a block home and called it. One and done.
Tuesday night I went to spinning. I went to the late class and it was with an instructor I had never taken a class with before. It was pretty good, granted I didn’t work very hard.
I’ve been in a fog all week. On a personal aside I’ve been pretty mentally out of it. Just with everything, not even just training. And on the training front, I realized how reliant I am on my data when it comes to training. I just had no idea what to do with myself sans Garmin. How could I work out if it doesn’t record, if I have nothing to look at afterwards?
So at the eleventh hour I have made a gut decision.
I hired a coach.
I am a coach. I had a few people ask me why I wasn’t self coaching this year. And the answer is pretty straight forward. I know my limits. I know myself and what kind of athlete I am. I am too competitive, too self driven, too hard on myself sometimes. With my athletes I tend to be a bit more empathetic and understanding when it comes to limitations, but when I see those limits in myself, I have no empathy. Limits are walls I put in my own way and with enough push back I always think I can break through. Except if I don’t I tend to get agitated and let myself fall apart. When I’m in good shape and healthy, this works okay for me. But right now I’m out of shape and still fighting against my calf injury. If I am unable to allow myself to understand and work through my limitation appropriately then I will crash and burn and ruin my leg. And I know myself, I won’t take my time. I will push and push and push and end up worse off than I am now. And I don’t want that.
I spent a lot of time talking to coaches Thursday night. I must have spoken with like eight or nine people. I was contacted by even more. I reached out in a tri group and received a lot of feedback. I was able to pretty quickly narrow my search down to two coaches and spent more time than I probably should have hemming and hawing over which coach fit my needs.
I did make a decision though and I think I made a good one. Shiny New Coach Richard has a background in personal training and is a long time endurance athlete with a slew of impressive certifications and lots of experience. I trust that he will get me through a successful 70.3, possibly more than one this year, without reinjuring myself.
So that’s where I’m at right now. I’ve got a new coach, a new motivation, new workouts, my new Garmin showed up, and I am ready to roll finally.
If you’re a coached athlete, what made you bite the bullet and what did you look for in a coach?
What was your best and worst workout this week?