Tuesday, November 27, 2012

I’m a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad person – or so I once believed



Do you remember that children’s book, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, no Good, Very Bad Day? I LOVED that book as a kid. No matter how bad of a day I had, Alexander’s day always trumped mine. Thinking about this book, and my life, I realized there are quite a few parallels between Alexander’s perceptions of his day and my perceptions of myself. I’ll explain.

Alexander endures many taunts, teases and snide remarks from his siblings and people at school.

I was that kid growing up who always got picked on. My short stature, glasses, and unruly curls were great tinder for bully’s jokes and taunts. By the time I got to high school, I had friends in all cliques at school, had a different boyfriend every month and was well on my way to becoming a successful young woman. However, that didn’t change the fact that after years of put-downs and taunts, deep inside, I truly believed I was ugly, fat, stupid, and would never garner the love of an awesome guy. I tried to prove everyone wrong, though. I was an over-achiever, worked hard at how I looked, and tried my best to be the best girlfriend in the universe. I may have convinced others, but I hadn’t convinced myself.

When they go to the shoe store, the color of shoe Alexander wants is out of stock.

I don’t think I have enough fingers and toes to count the number of times I’ve had a goal or vision of how something should turn out, only to have it fall short of my expectations. When I was married, each time I hoped, prayed, and tried to garner every speck of faith I had that things would be different this time – I was disappointed almost every time. Each time this happened, I slowly began to lose faith – in myself as a wife and mother, in God, and in love in general. Because I had been taught to not blame God, and love was an intangible thing, I turned all the disappointment and frustration inwards. By the time my ex moved out, I was completely convinced I was a woman of no faith, no value, that I was fat, that I could never make any man happy and that I was horrible mother. Yet, I kept going to school, got a 4.0 that first semester after my divorce, and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a 3.93 GPA. How could I see myself so differently than others? They obviously saw something of worth in me. But again, I wasn’t convinced.

When Alexander, his mom, and siblings visit their dad at work, Alexander tries to help his dad by trying to fix the printer. Instead, it breaks.

After trying repeatedly to fix my marriage, help my son who was struggling in school, and learn to overcome my negative emotional downward spirals I often found myself in, I decided the more I tried to “fix” everything, the more it broke. I finally came to the conclusion, about 4 years after my divorce, that I was broken – that I always would be broken - and that nothing could fix me. After years of trying everything I could think of to see myself as others saw me – someone awesome and amazing, I couldn’t and I gave up. Nothing worked. I always fell back on thinking I was a loser. Every time my kids made a mistake. Every time I made a mistake. I never felt like I’d be good enough for anyone- for God, for my parents, for my kids, for my ex, for the people at church, for my professors and employers… the list went on and on. I often wondered how in the world people could love me when I could never seem to get anything right. Couldn’t they see what a horrible person I was? My ex had finally figured it out. All the guys I had dated figured it out. Why didn’t anyone else see it? Were they completely blind?

It all comes back to perceptions. At the end of the book, Alexander’s mom tells him things really weren’t all that bad, and some days are like that. His response was that he wanted to move to Australia. Sounded good to me, I thought. 

But then one day on a run I realized I’ve been living my life trying to meet what I thought other’s expectations were. The problem is, I don’t really know what their expectations of me were, and what it really came down to was my expectations of myself. I’ve always had the problem of thinking I could do better than I was, so I was always disappointed in myself when I didn’t achieve the near perfect expectations I’d set for myself. On top of that, I thought everyone would be disappointed in me, and think less of me, if I didn’t meet my expectations. When really, they were amazed at all I was simply trying to accomplish.

Since I started running, and more recently training for triathlons, I’ve missed a lot of my expectations. My initial thought is always that I am a failure, unworthy of praise and love. How quickly I forgot that this is a process. Learning how to clip in and out of clipless pedals will inevitably include some falls and bruises. And no one expects otherwise. Only I was. Because I should be able to do better, right? And if I can’t, that means I’m not an athlete at all, and certainly not worthy of anyone’s praise or admiration, right? And it also means I’m a terrible person for even beating myself up and getting down about it, when I should just learn from it and move on. But because I get grumpy and beat myself up every time that means I’m a terrible person, right? 

I mentioned in Mental Muscle that I wanted to gain the mental strength I saw in Kermit during Ironman Kentucky. And I have to be honest that I’ve been really disappointed with myself the past couple of months. I don’t feel like I’ve made any progress. With my first open water sprint triathlon this weekend in PalmSprings, and just getting over the flu or strep throat or something nasty, and after signing up for my first Ironman in Cozumel next December, it hit me today that I’ve got to try harder to snap out of this. Kermit says he believes in me. My coach and even the Iron Cowboy say they know I can swim 750 meters. But it’s time I believe in me. But how exactly does one do that? How do you push aside years of self-loathing and not believing in yourself and really truly know, yes, I can do this? Sometimes I feel like I’m close to the answer, or so close I can touch that ray of hope I’ve long since dismissed. 

I’m afraid I’m stumped on this one. I started out this post thinking I’m overcoming the “I’m a terrible, horrible, no good very bad person” mantra. But I think I was wrong. I don’t know if I can make the 30 minute cut off on the swim. I don’t think I’m good enough for that- or to be an Ironman. I don’t know how to do this. I’ve tried everything I can think of over the years and nothing works. But I know I need to figure it out - by Sunday.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

How far you’ve come, not how far you have to go



I can remember milling about after finishing the American Fork Canyon 5k back in June, watching all the half marathon runners cross the finish line. I kept thinking, “Wow, 13.1 miles, there is no way I could ever do that. I did horrible at this 5k (I had an average 10:16 mile that day), there is just no way I’d ever be able to run for 13 miles! That’s crazy.” But as I watched them, I noticed something. They came in all shapes, sizes, ages, and both males and females. I could tell which ones were serious runners by their fancy running clothes. But there were plenty who looked like they hadn’t been doing this long, were kinda out of shape, and obviously didn’t know what to wear/eat on a longer distance run.

That was a mere 4.5 months ago. I realize now I had no idea what I was talking about. Two 5k races does not make one an expert. And having never considered myself an athlete, I didn’t really have any background to base my opinions on. After all the races I’ve been to since then, and all the people I’ve met, I’ve realized there really is no status quo when it comes to running- and even more so when it comes to triathlons. It’s more about overcoming personal challenges, and learning how to keep going no matter how tired you think you are. Because in reality, you can always go just a little further, and a little further…

Since starting on my quest to gain mental toughness, I’ve realized it’s about as hard as I thought it would be. And I learned I have a tendency to focus on how far I still have to go rather than how far I’ve come. This really brings me down. But just looking at the spreadsheet I’ve been keeping, my last two 5k’s were under a 9 minute average mile and I now have not one, but two half marathons under my belt. The first, the Pink Half in Park City was a 10:20 average mile, and the second, the Provo Halloween Half was a 9:47 average mile. Less than 5 months ago, I thought there was no way I could do a half marathon. But I did it! Twice! And I’ve shaved off a minute and a half per mile from my 5k time.

You may be asking how my swimming is coming along. Overcoming that childhood fear has been the hardest mental challenge yet. I think I’ve driven home from tri class crying more often than not- frustrated at my slow progress and worried I wouldn’t be even close to being ready for my first triathlon. Still, I’ve gotten up at 5AM many times, headed to the gym, and struggled through countless laps- each with a break between- even after only 25 meters. I kept asking myself, how in the world am I going to swim 350 meters on November 10th for the Turkey Triathlon and 750 meters on December 2nd at the HITS sprint triathlon in Palm Springs when I can’t even make it 25 meters without stopping?
Mother Nature was looking out for me this weekend. Knowing I wasn’t feeling prepared, she brought an early humongous snow storm and race organizers had to cancel the bike portion of today’s triathlon. On the one hand, I was a little disappointed that I couldn’t speed off on my brand new Cannondale Slice all carbon tri bike (which I have named Oscar Cannondale, since it is green in places. I am now in a relationship with him on Facebook). But, I knew I’d be tired by the time I got to the swim portion, as this was a reverse triathlon, so by cutting the bike out, I could hopefully save some energy for the swim. But I have to say, after doing 10 burpees and 20 air squats, I was breathing pretty hard (they substituted that plus another half mile run around the track for the bike).

Walking through the course before the race, my toes turned numb and I wondered how in the world I’d strip down to my tri suit, run barefoot across frozen grass and concrete (the organizers made a great little path through the snow for us) and jump right into the pool (it was indoor) for a swim I knew I wasn’t ready for yet. My only consolation was that at least I wasn’t one of the women in a skimpy one piece bathing suit. Or that guy running the race in 25 degree temps in a speedo. Although I have to say the guy who had little stuffed animals pinned all over his sweatshirt was the best. 

I tried to push the swim part out of my head as we lined up for the run portion. Determined to enjoy this race, and not walk away from it angry at myself because I hadn’t stopped to just enjoy what I was doing, I instead focused on all the snow covered trees and houses as I passed. It felt like Christmastime. And I found myself really enjoying it. I also had a nice view of Kermit running in front of me. Although he tried to pull ahead, he was never too far away. 

The whole time, I just kept telling myself to do my best and to not worry about the rest. As expected, the swim was really hard. I had to pause and catch my breath after every 50 meter lap. Tons of people passed me. I got really down and it was hard to keep trying to swim. I was so tired already, and I think I doggy paddled and swam on my back more than anything. But after the first couple of laps, Kermit was there at the side cheering for me. And I knew somewhere in the observation area, my kids were up there cheering for me too, even if they couldn’t see me for all of the steam. That helped a lot. And I just kept telling myself that 6 weeks ago, I couldn’t swim at all. And now I was doing my first triathlon.

I heaved myself out of the pool and on wobbly legs tried to go as fast as I could to cross the finish line. It took a few minutes of gulping in air before I could talk. But I had done it. I did my first swim in a race. Wow.

My times weren’t too great today, and I finished in 10th place out of 12 or 13 in my division. And I have a triathlon in three weeks that will be my first open water swim and will be even further- a 750 meter swim. But look at all I’ve accomplished in such a short time. This past year, I can look back and list quite a few accomplishments. I finished my Master’s degree, got an awesome job I love, ran my first 5k race, 10k race, half marathon, and triathlon. I have been smashing personal records and overcoming things that have always been difficult for me. 

So now that I have a half Ironman and Ironman coming up in the next year, as we’ve decided I’ll be ready for Cozumel Mexico Ironman next November, I’m determined to focus not on how far I have to go but on how far I’ve come. And more than that, I’m determined to enjoy each new race experience as I continue on this journey. Otherwise, why am I really doing this?