Previous to May of 2012 I had a few stints lifting weights in the gym and a little bit of cardio. Primarily, I was a couch potato with very little dedication to improving my health. Sure, I wanted to be in better shape. Sure, I did not want to be out of breath going to the mail box. But I had very little in the way of goals or a plan. That guy, as my wife puts it, was the person she married: the man who loved TV and hobbies and watching sports but never actively being involved in them; The man who cared for his health to where he might get motivated to eat better and work out, but in the mornings and as a smaller part of daily life, and finally not an athlete.
I admit, I get obsessed with things easily. But, this obsession has transformed into a different way of looking at life and has required some compromise and changes. But I have goals and I know what I have to do to reach my end goal. I have tried to involve Mrs. Chatter in the process and bring her awesome scheduling abilities into play. Also, I have tried to spend good quality time with my wife, when not training. The hard part is the level of commitment I have devoted to getting myself in the best shape possible for my first triathlon and all events following that, next year. The funniest point in our arguments lately involves my wife throwing the phrase ‘The man I married was not an athlete’. Often I counter that technically till I do a sporting event it is not true, but I am just being facetious and I know it. The hard part is that I want to give in to her but I can’t. I have goals and right now this means to much too me.
So I have worked to include her more, share more with her about the adventure and path I am on without all the gushing technical triathlon talk. I try to make meaningful moments together and now I think things are getting better. Somehow I never realized how hard this change has been on her. I also know that next year, I will have down time before I start to train for another season and I tell her this. So things are right in the world again. Of course, whenever we get into an argument she likes to throw the word athlete at me in an angry manner, making it sound so dirty!
Til next time.