Midnight hour-Struggles of triathlon training.

Music is my life. This is the title of a Patti Labelle song and sums up who I am. I could sing before I could speak in full sentences. Music and memory are intertwined in the fabric that is Stacy. I work out with music especially swimming since it scares me so. Music comforts me so I combine both.

It is all about the midnight hour- a time when I am in a dark place with all of this swimming, biking and running that I question- " what are you doing?" Self-doubt shows up with her friend, the critic and they attack me. They have a gun while I have a knife. The battle is real. That is the midnight hour. The internal battle is real when you look at your training plan and cry.

The critic says-"You know you aren't any good at this. You suck. People die from doing this. They drown, they get mowed down on their bikes or they fall. Stop!"

I tell the critic- "If I am not trying, I am dying. I can't sit and worry. Worry is not work." If the good Lord, should see fit that I should be called home while I participate in all of my activities then so be it. At least, I was doing something I enjoyed.

Do work!
1.2 miles swim and 60 min bike done

Lost without you (Midnight hour)-by BeBe Winans and sister, Debbie Winans

https://youtu.be/IQHKD9-WmvI

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