Fiasco The Second

From Hitch to you.

” One must have the nerve to assert that, while people are entitled to their illusions, they are not entitles to a limitless enjoyment of them and they are not entitled to impose them upon others”. 

(Source: trithlete)

fuckyeahquebec:

Thirty-six years later, Montreal’s Olympic spirit lives on! Our national team is training at the swimming pool in the stadium complex, getting ready for London :)

There’s no crying in Triathlon

Facing a bad training day this close to my race is flat out discouraging. Through the year, you become conditioned to seeing results, to seeing improvements. When you miss the mark, it hurts. I physically and mentally hurt last night. My throat constricted, tears welled up and I felt simply deflated. But there’s no crying in Triathlon…

How could this happen?  I knew it might happen during my training camp, and when it did it was because I was in pain – no excuses are good excuses, but I could live with that one. I bounced back fairly quickly from the feeling, and got right back on the horse. But yesterday, I wasn’t in pain, it was a very achievable goal and I was prepared for it. My partner was supportive when I got home, his brand of pep talk included the ever true: you’re allowed to have a bad day.

He also told me not to be so hard on myself and not to put so much pressure. But sometimes, that’s what this sport is about – being hard on yourself, not accepting defeat, not accepting to be average, pushing through.  I need to push through this feeling. I need to know I can do better, I need to trust how far my legs, arms and sheer fucking willpower have gotten me.

I’m allowed to have a bad day. And I’m also allowed to forget it ever happened. 

heartlegsandlungs:

Javier Gomez - Oakley Beyond Reason.

The consummate professional.

(via endurancechronicles)