Tell me you don’t hear a soccer announcer’s voice in your head.
So yesterday was the Iron(wo)man at the school where I teach. Now, it’s nowhere close to a real Ironman: we only swim five hundred meters and run two and a half miles. But it was still tough. I was the only staff member who did it last year (with no training); I mostly did it just to see if I could. This year, I invited my fellow staff-members to join me. We had nine people this year, with six of them partnering up (with one swimming, one running), and we turned it into a fundraiser for our new multimedia center on campus.
I’m not sure how much money we raised yet, but I’m so happy that I got that many people to get out there for a good cause. It’s a nice feeling of solidarity to set a goal and have other people right there with you working toward that same goal. I started lightly training for this back in February, and aside from the money we raised and the feeling of accomplishment and pride I have, an ancillary benefit was the fact that during training I gained about twenty pounds of muscle.
I’m big on setting reasonable goals for myself. I like having that marker on the horizon to look toward when I’m heading down the road. I encourage everyone to think about a goal to reach–whether it is mental or physical–and set up a plan to train for it and achieve it.
I promise you: it will only make you hungry for more.