Chevy envy

I want to be more like my son when I grow up. Reality is that on his golf team this year his coach has dubbed him "the rock" or the "Chevy" because they can depend on his score counting. He can have a bad shot, a poor hole, or an average day but his score will still be fairly reliable because he can get past it and on to the next shot.

I realize how similar a golf match and an endurance triathlon can be at this point. In the last three weeks I've had more doubts and more in trepidation and anxiety than excitement about the race, that's for sure. I'm not of course by any means looking to win, or finish in the light even! But it's going to be about keeping my head in the game. My fitness level will only get me to the starting line. The rest is between the ears. Toughest six inches to change is what my step father, also a golfer, used to say. If you can get that shot to drop you're in. That one however is not a 'gimme.' It's tough work. Consistently squashing the little voices in your head that are getting in the way. Creating louder voices that repeatedly state:

I've done the work.
I've consistently completed the workouts week after week.
One stroke, one mile, one step at a time.
Slow and steady wins my race.
I'm lucky to be here participating and competing only with myself and those little voices.

I just need to be dependable. Listen to my own race and not pay attention to how someone else is doing theirs. My heart rate, my stomach tolerance, my vision of the finish line.

Steady forward progress.