Still waters run?…

It’s a song.  It’s a proverb.  It’s confused.  It’s an oxymoron.  As you may recall, I recently became FB friends with running.  Well, OWS and I are FB, IG and Twitter friends.  We follow each other regularly but our interaction is spotty.  Life Tri lesson #1093:  All water does not swim the same.  Yeah, I’m fully aware of currents, etc., etc., but what completely went over my head was the expectation of said current.  Mmhmm.  No such expectation when swimming in a lake, as I found out this weekend.  Nothing more frustrating than swimming and going nowhere.  There is, at least for me, a difference and the mystery lies in figuring out what and how to tweak it.

My weekend was filled with bumps, bruises, aches, disappointments and lessons. The ride home is never so long as when a race doesn’t go as one hoped.  Adapt, adjust, keep it moving.  Except when you, literally, physically aren’t.  It is laughable now, wasn’t then but a probable reason dawned on me as I stripped out my muddy, wet gear:  Dinkus, you can’t swap training/race gear.  Classic rookie mistake.  That was part of the mental breakdown.  The physical breakdown was mother nature.

Being a woman can be so inconvenient sometimes.  I’m no amateur to this womanhood thing but you can’t control what you can’t see and you just don’t know what or how a period is to be.  Add to that a nice jab to the jaw from my bike fork when unloading my bike and my face bobbed when it should have weaved.  Adrenaline kept me from feeling it then, felt it when I went to put my face in my hand.

My Chaperone, Cheerleader, Carrier was maneuvering rocks, slopes, mud and dog poo and ended up aggravating a knee injury.  Limped along the rest of the weekend, loading that leg in and out of cars, up and down stairs and wherever else it was needed.  This race may have been “picturesque” but the conditions were a bit brutal.

The bright side of all this was/is, my new transition set up worked for me.  It really is the little things.  I prefer my waters running, period.  Even dish water isn’t still.  No one really likes to work harder but at times, it’s what’s called for and it’s what’s called for to address Still Waters.  Trying to move something that is Still obviously requires hard work but once you know the issue, the idea is to work smarter, not harder.  I learned from working hard and not getting the results desired.  Now, time to work smarter. #whatailsya #RealAthleticWoman doing some Real Adjustments.

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