People keep commenting on how I am some kind of wonderful, insanely fantastic or fantastically insane...this may come as a shock, but, actually, I'm still completely normal. Utterly normal. Well, my Ironmaiden style of normal at least. This whole training lark, it's been easy. The secret? I have a coach! Someone said to me some time ago, you don't have to worry about a thing, you are paying your coach to do your worrying for you! And it is so true. I don't doubt I've provided my coach with a full quota of worries (sprains, strains, malingering malaise...), but he keeps cooking me up cunning programmes and I just tick it off day after day. See? Easy! Anyone could do it! I don't have to make any decisions, I just do what I am told, so there is no opportunity for that servant of the devil, procrastination, to take hold.
But it got me thinking. Imagine if we could have coaches to help us with other challenges that life throws our way? I could have a housework coach ("Green algae in the shower might be scientifically intriguing, but it is not contributing to your hygiene goals!"), a fashion coach ("Jeans and tee-shirts actually aren't appropriate for every occasion, and what do you mean by "formal jandals"?"), a menagerie management coach ("Another cat? Really?") , perhaps even a laundry coach to stop me washing my clothes with tissues in the pockets! The possibilities are endless. And once my ship comes in and I can be a full time triathlete perhaps I will look at some other types of coaches. But for now, at least having a triathlon coach is a really good start.
Until next week, don't pay someone for advice and then ignore it, that is just dumb!
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