The motivator is no different than the cyclist who injures his knee overexerting on a hill sprint for a made-up Strava title. It’s the same as the runner who over-strides trying to catch someone in an early season sprint workout and pulls a hamstring. It is no different from the CrossFitter who injures his back because he just won’t scale the 21-15-9 dead lift/box jump workout that he can’t complete with proper form, or the guy who half-reps his bench press so he can have 315 on the bar. It’s all about ego.
Reflecting on a few things: A meaningful anniversary, my dad’s treatment, my next race, and thanks long overdue.
During the early morning drive to Mission Bay Park for the San Diego PurpleStride 5K this past Sunday, my mom asked me if I was in “winning mode.” I chuckled, and dismissively said “No!”
Truly, I wasn’t. I wanted to get in a good run, sure, but I was there with my dad and participating in an event that’s taken on great meaning for me and my family.
Well, credit to him and his coaches – Hines Ward not only completed THE Ironman, he kicked its butt recording a great time of 13 hours and 8 minutes over the 2.4-mile swim, 112-mile bike, and 26.2-mile run.
Good for you, Hines! I will be proud to join you as an “Ironman” some day.
It makes me think: if the Ironman World Championship is willing to just give entries away to people based on name recognition, but I and 99.9% of the rest of the world have to either get extremely lucky in the lottery or dedicate ourselves for hours a day over the course of years just for a hope of qualifying, is all that effort simply wasted time?