Where’d It Go???

Where'd It Go
On tap for Saturday was a run from the Conoco Station, over Dinosaur Ridge, into Red Rocks and up to the Amphitheater for the Boot Camp that goes on there, and then run back through the town of Morrison to the car.
I had two friends who were going to join me. One called the night before to cancel (problems with her knee). Ok…no problem, I still have one person to suffer with me…..
Well Saturday morning rolls around and my alarm clock goes off at 6 am and all I want to do is stay in bed. I’m sleepy and don’t want to get out from under the warm covers. But I do, and make some tea, eat some breakfast and call my friend to check in.
Yeap, we’re still on track to meet at 8:15. Only thing is I’m already not “feelin” the mojo to do my workout as it’s written. But then….I start to feel guilty about wanting to changing it! I mull this around in my head a bit. A few minutes later I get a phone call…my friend can’t make it because her dog just had a seizure. No problem, I totally understand!

Where'd My Mojo Go?
But then, I’m left with a dilemma. I absolutely don’t want to workout! I don’t want to leave the house. I don’t want to run. I don’t want to go to the friggin Boot Camp at Red Rocks. So….Where’d my Mojo Go????
I have to admit this was tough. To get myself out the door was a struggle. I told myself I would go to Green Mountain and run the trails there. OK- I was feeling a bit more motivated for that. This was enough to get me into my car and driving to Green Mountain. As I passed Green Mountain (which happens to be on the way to the Conoco Station) I saw that the trails were covered in snow……guess it was going to be the Conoco Station!!
I made it to the station, got my stuff out and ready, (still not feelin’ it) and right before I started running I got a call from my friend saying she was still going to join me! What sweet music to my ears!!!! I began an out and back run and 30 minutes later I was back at the car and we were off together headed into the hills of Red Rocks.
We made it up to the Amphitheater and found out the class was canceled due to the snow. We did an obligatory lap on the icy stairs and headed back down to the car. We had a good time, worked the hills hard and enjoyed the downhill back to town.
Now here’s the thing I was contemplating. It’s hard to stay motivated and keep my “mojo” sometimes when I’m training by myself. Just knowing I’m going to meet someone helps get me out the door, even if I’m a bit tired. Saturday- I didn’t have that someone, and it was tough! It can be downright tough sometimes to WANT to go train!
I know when training for an Ironman, EVERY workout counts! I can’t afford to cut them short or blow them off. It WILL make a difference 6 months from now when I’m cranking out a 140.6 miles. Thinking this is one way that gets me out the door. Another way that helps is to just start. Just start running, biking or swimming for 10 minutes or whatever- and somehow it’s ok…..Telling myself I was going to run at Green Mountain really helped get me out the door Saturday. Not that I was psyched about it…but it helped.
Making plans with friends is the best way to make sure I show up for a workout…but when that falls through…and the MOJO is just plain gone…..it’s good to try and come up with ways to get out the door anyway. Caz even if I can’t find it before I leave the house, chances are high that I will find it once I’ve started!!!!!!

There It Is!















February 17th, 2010 at 10:47 am
Hey Doreen - I love your blog! How do you have time to do it?
February 17th, 2010 at 1:04 pm
My MOJO is gone, but you know what???… I don’t feel bad about it at all. It will come back in due time. I think it is my body & mind’s way of saying, “slow down and feel the moment.” I have realized that life is much more about being aware of each moment, rather than focusing on my laps, miles and times. HOWEVER, when it does come back, you are my girl. I will be there for EVERY one of your 26 miles… I might be several steps behind you and breathing heavy, but I’ll be there. Love you tons.