Today, a crazy stillness overtook me. The calm before . . . the fire.
It started while I was sitting around doing video work this morning and had an insatiable urge to go swimming. I put up zero resistence.
I warmed up, then glided easily for about 600 meters to simulate the start of Ironman Louisville. Settling into my race will be priority number one. I don’t want to be breathing heavily by the time I turn to go down stream. No matter how slow my pace.
I did a few more 200’s, then casually ascended to land before climbing the stairs to the roof pool. I soaked in the sun like a monk in meditation.
Later, I ran into a guy I used to work with, and that’s when it hit me, “I am finally turning into myself again.”
I worked in local television news for nearly 15 years and, for the most part, dreaded every day. Sad, I know.
Nothing about it agreed with my flow. The karma of negative news, the corporate environment, the regimented and endless deadlines. It just keeps going. You are never done. Even a ridiculously long race like Ironman has a finish line.
By now it was noon and I had nothing but loose plans like packing for Louisville and finishing a video edit. But I had all day and night to do them. It was my decision as to when they would get done. It was the freedom I have missed and cherished for so many years.
Today was the first day that I literally felt anxiety melting from my body. It may have had something to do with the heat, but I’m pretty sure it was the realization that I am finally on the path I have wanted for my life.
Don’t get me wrong, Ironman has its own way of stirring the anxiety pot, and I can certainly feel it bubbling. It has been a continual source of stimulation and a great amount of fear. But somehow knowing I have a different life waiting after Ironman is a tremendous relief.
I know the release will help me on some way this Sunday. I may not be in the shape I want to be in, but I can feel my mental pendulum swinging the right direction. In the last two days I have let go a lot of premature goals that are out of my control and let myself be at peace with a race I have obsessed about for months.
This race will not define me. It is simply something I want to do because it is taking me in the right direction. Forward and free.
What a beautiful, emotionally and psychologically invigorating post. Wish I had the guts to quit my job and just write. :-). Something I want to do.