Every Thursday morning sucks. Every Thursday I hit this brick wall. I wake up tired. The accumulated stress of workouts and work has almost drained me. And I realize every Thursday that there is four more hours to go …
For those who care by Thursday I’ve:
- Sunday: Bike 1:20->1:45
- Monday: Run 1h, Swim 40min
- Tuesday: Run 1h45
- Wednesday: Swim 40min
And then I still have to
- Thursday: Run 1h, Swim 40min
- Friday: Run 2h
It’s a permanent brick wall that I have to go through. My body is screaming: give up. The exercise has exhausted my brain, my legs and my arms. And I just want to give up.
If you’ve ever worked at a tech start-up you’ve seen this before:
My Thursdays are my weekly Trough of Disillusionment about this whole Ironman plan.
And I think to myself another year of these Thursdays and I just want to give up.
And it would be so easy to just quit…
And it doesn’t get easier after I finish my run and swim on Thursday. And it certainly doesn’t get easier on Friday. By Saturday, I’m just wondering what in God’s name was I thinking… This is insane.
And then by Saturday night my body is feeling better. And my energy level starts to kick in…
But on Thursdays, I remember what Hannibal said to his generals:
aut viam venviam aut facias – I’ll either find a way or I’ll make one.
And so I find some way to get through that brick wall
and make it to Sunday where I start this cycle all over again…