This Juggle is on Crack … Seriously
‘Shenanigans’ is back, baby!
While I was going to end the web series with Ironman (IM) 70.3 WA (click here for a quick recap) it seems fitting to continue the series this year in the lead up to IM 70.3 World Championships. I know – PINCH. ME. I still can’t believe I qualified for the World Championships (this never happens to me) and not only that … I get to go to SOUTH AFRICA and I get to go on a safari! Beyond excited!
Another reason I’ve decided to continue the series is my new reality.
I originally started the series to write about the ‘juggle’ – about what it’s like balancing tri training with work (my dream job … not just a clock-in/clock-out, nine to five) and life, in general (click here for another recap if you’re getting memory blanks). But if I thought the juggle was real last year, my current situation is like juggling on crack. Not even exaggerating. Last year was like a cruisy little recovery ride compared to what it’s like now.
How? I hear you ask.
Well, for starters my commute to work has gone from a lazy 7km trip to work (one way) to a kill-me-now 45km. Yup! You read that right. FORTY. FIVE. KILOMETRES. This loosely translates to a three-hour round-trip each day (depending on … traffic). The reason? Well, without boring you with all the details (it would seriously read like an episode of The Bold and Beautiful) I’ve moved back home… for now. So, I’m officially back in the burbs and what feels like 4000km from civilisation and life, as I’ve known it.
I’ve become well acquainted with the Monash Freeway car park. Thank God for Spotify and Audiobooks. I have tried looking into ways I can make riding to work a goer, without getting dead (I hear the Eastlink Trail is popular). But after chatting with some cycling friends and exploring all my options I don’t think it’s going to be possible without driving some of the way – such a shame. I’m seriously considering getting my motorbike licence!
Weirdly though, the traffic sitch has really helped change my hate for early morning training. I used to make every excuse possible, as to why I couldn’t get to a morning session. Now instead of snoozing my alarm 101 times, I get up because getting to an early morning session means beating the traffic (aha, take that traffic and never-ending roadworks *shakes fist *).
I’ve also found that because it’s such an effort to get to training sessions now, I really have to make each session count. I mean if I have to get up at 4:30am to get to training, I’m going to make sure I get the most out of that session. I think I might be becoming a little bit OCD about it all – hmmm. Who is this imposter and what has she done with Margs?
Moving back home has also forced me to reconsider my training situation and coaching options. Because I’m so far away from everything now, including Melbourne’s tri-hub (Bayside), getting to squad sessions is no longer convenient or possible at times. So, after much deliberation, I’ve decided to change coaches and have opted for a more personalised, solo approach. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE training with others (especially when it comes to long rides … and swimming) and still do where possible but it’s a lot harder to get to set group sessions now, so I’ve made the change. My new coach – well, she’s not really “new” as such, we’ve been friends for YEARS! In fact, she was my first coach when I started in the sport so she knows me well. She knows what makes me tick, all about my excuses and weaknesses and she knows how to kick my butt into gear. And because she uses TrainingPeaks, I may also be becoming a little obsessed with turning training sessions ‘green’ – ha! Anyone else so fanatical about this?
So here we are – the latest and greatest, and so many new obsessions it would seem. It’s going to be a challenge, but it’s going to be brilliant – I can feel it. And before we know it … the Ironman 70.3 World Championship will be here. T-minus 29 weeks.
~ Margy Margs