On Sunday, I made the commitment to begin training for the Ironman and today I woke up with a soar throat. I think sickness is not an illness or a virus, but one of the devil’s agents, a demon. A demon sent to destroy my will and desire for success. I wouldn’t call myself religious, but it seems to me that I get sick at innopportune times where I have a goal I want to accomplish and it hinders me in that pursuit.
For example, in High School I was a bench player on the Junior Varsity soccer team and was told the day before that I was going to start the next day. Excitedly, I ran home and dreamt about my first day playing for the team. I awoke in the morning to a 100+ degree temperature, while simultaneously visiting the toilet on numerous occasions.
How did that day turn out?
Well, I made it to the soccer game, I pretended as if I was not sick, started and played the best game of my life. I had won my starting spot on the team and played in every game after that. Playing did have it’s consequences; however, I was sick for the next two weeks due to showing up at practices and running excessively and then coming home and vomiting all night, just to go back and do it again. But, I accomplished my goal to become a starting player.
So, maybe this sickness is really Angels who have decided to alter my direction. Instead of training right away, maybe they are telling me to research training first so that way I do it succesfully. That must be it. Surely, Angels would want me to be properly prepared. So, that is it, I will wait til my illness subsides and in the mean time I will research what it takes to effectively train for an Ironman.
Angels vs. Demons – this round goes to the Angels . . . or perhaps it’s just that neither of them particularly like to run.
But seriously, why do we always get sick when we seem to want to be sick the least?