I will quite clearly not be doing “the ideal” IM preparation – thoroughly reaffirmed last week by reading the ancient PIS Gospels.
There will be too little strength work, too few long bricks, no Bell rides, insufficient diet management, not enough swimming, not enough running……………..blah.
Goodness knows there will be insufficient swim technique work to ensure that any digital analysis doesn’t end up on Funniest Home Videos. My fragile confidence couldn’t withstand Shelley Craft hitting the flat screen with a giggling “check out this group of flappers”, of course comprising a tabby who falls into the fish pond chasing the family’s koi karp, a bogan nana sliding down the grand-kids new slippery dip into the deep end in full Sunday best, and Tubby knocking out a set of one-arm swim drills rising above the waterline only briefly to gulp some air and check whether Sweeney is looking so I can sneak a few strokes in.
Self assessment is always hard, so I am not sure whether my reasons are excuses or prudent balance, but I find myself searching for the “enoughs”. Of course it’s bad mental modeling by any assessment. It probably started with “enough” study to get through the weekly Year 5 spelling test, and when you do get through, stumbling only for the eternally tricky HEIGHT, “enough” becomes entrenched in one’s psyche as the habit of lifetime. When I am buried, I want someone to write on my headstone, “He didn’t rise to any great heights in life, but he did enough”. Happy for that to be edited if I die during IM, because clearly it will have been an incorrectly founded statement.
Whether IM ultimately ends up as a distinction or crash’n’burn probably comes down to whether enough, really was enough.
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