Archive for January, 2011

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Salivate

January 31, 2011

Thank you to everyone who attended our swim webinar last night! Don’t forget we have another one coming up at the end of the month, they are fun and free! They are also available for purchase for $4.99 afterwards. click here for details.

Block 3 begins today. It’s a bit intense for what I am used to. I am used to cranking out some big hours in my aerobic zones for most of it. But as we are changing things up a bit this season to keep me fresher, The Wizard is adding some early intensity.

Guess what…. I had a run test this weekend. I nailed my numbers like never before. I smashed my Garmin because I fell, but I nailed the numbers.

It’s a tricky thing to talk about training on blogs. Athletes always compare, and judge. Realize that what you read on a  blog is a small snapshot into what an athlete’s training regimen is like. It’s also based on their interpretation, coach, plan, season. It’s all relative. So as you read about athlete’s training, take it with a giant grain of salt. Trust what you are doing, and stick to your plan.

As for my plan and how it relates to me….. this seems to be working. One of the goals the Wizard had was to keep me fresher this season. I tend to love a whole bunch of volume and I tend to fry myself and arrive at the starting line wanting a nap and a race. Instead of a race then a nap.

So far so good. As I review my “data” from the past 8 weeks…. I swam my personal best 800, twice…. on 3 X 30 minute drill swims a week and 1 X 45 minute tabata session. for the first time since my collegiate career, I want to swim more. This week I get more. I never want more pool. I want more pool. Sneaky that Wizard is. Sneaky.

To sum it all up, this block looks challenging. challenging = exciting. Exciting = Mary salivating.

The truth of the matter is….. it is really keeping me fresh. I have to pay attention. I have to be on my toes. Yes it’s only january and this isn’t how it shall be and stay (That I am aware of) but right now, for these next 3 weeks it has my interest.

To me, that’s a sign I have had a solid recovery week.

Once upon a time, the wizard said something like this….. this is a paraphrase…..

Mary Eggers is my favorite athlete.  You never hear athletes bragging about recovery. You hear athletes bragging all the time though about how much they did…. man I nailed those mile repeats…. man I training 85 hours last week….. but you never hear them brag about recovery the same way….. dude I got 8 hours of sleep last night……. man I ate a whole bag of blueberries while I laid on the couch with my feet up after the coldest ice bath ever……. if athletes took their recovery as seriously as everything else….. we’d see bigger gains.

I will tell you this…. last week i took my recovery week damn seriously. I slept 8 hours every night. I ate more fruit and vegetables than are on an entire farm. I also had birthday cake. I also started drinking red wine every night. Chianti to be exact. The antioxidant content of red wine is good!!!!!  I have to say…. since I am no longer on call for Pediatric Emergency I can actually have that glass of wine nightly!!!!!!!

I took it so seriously that I was drooling when the next block was posted. Color me happy. Hand me a lasso and slap me on the ass. Give me something I can sink my teeth into.

Let’s see how I feel about that in eight more days.

On an unrelated note….. The Eggers Christmas tree remains standing. I had to fight for this, it’s making my husband nuts.  Why? Because I leave the tree up from thanksgiving to Feb 1st. I love Christmas. I want that Christmas spirit to last more than just one day. The tree…. remainds me of that. Reminds me to bring it with me all.the.time.

 

 

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Maxie Ford

January 29, 2011

Thanks to everyone who registered for our webinar! We are full with a waiting list! The webinar will be recorded and available for $4.99 next week!

My tap shoes came. They felt awesome. It was like sliding an old friend on…. as they represented so much. for years I have rehearsed the steps in my head, but it’s been twenty since I have shuffle flap ball changed. I didn’t practice, I just set up the camera. I am quite rusty, but it felt great. If you are not fortunate enough to be my Friend on faceBook, then you missed this:

We talk a lot about fear in athletics. Fear of testing, fear of failure.

Honestly………. facing my fears is what excites me. Facing fear is what drives me. Give me something hard. Give me something that might seem impossible. Give me something to sink my teeth into. Give me the chance to succeed and I am not afraid of the possibility of failure.

And I am not afraid of doing that in front of the world.

Because somewhere….. someone…..  will identify with that. And somewhere ….. someone……. will gather the guts to do something they’ve never done. Something they have dreamt of doing. Those are the people I absolutely die to reach.

You know all about those other people….. the ones who only write about success, who only have success, who won’t even put up a post that doesn’t seem perfect. Who are embarrassed if things go wrong and blame the world.

Screw that. Those are the most f*cked up.

That’s not what we are here for. We have talked about perfect. Many times. And we know all too well that life just isn’t. Life is risk. Life is success, life is also failure. It’s what you do with it, that  makes the difference.

My son’s annual CSE/ISP meeting is coming up. essentially this meeting is where it is decided what will happen next year. I have never had a child before Luc. I have never had a child with special needs. I have never been given an instruction book. I have consulted everyone under the sun about what to do, what path to take, where the hell do I go? Being his Mom is the most important job I will ever have. I have no guarantee I will do it right. I have no guarantees of anything at all.

I am preparing my statements on his progress. They gave me three lines. I typed out three pages each. His teacher knows….. she knows that I am so unafraid of taking on these people she looks forward to my meeting every single year.

Had I listened to them…… Luc would be medicated so heavily he’d be a zombie. He would be closed in a room four times a day alone, he would be labeled as Learning Handicapped. And that’s not an exaggeration.

Instead, after years and years of talking to people, reading, researching…. I threw all of that the hell out.

These people don’t scare me. Bring them on.

When I pulled him out of regular school they told me they could take me to court for not sending him to school. I told them please do, my attorney is ready. They quickly allowed me to change schools.

Last year the old school district went in and observed him in his new school without notifying me. When I called they swore up and down they sent me a letter. I don’t accept that excuse I told them. I have email and a phone and what comes through my mailbox is handles each and every day by me myself.

That’s just scratching the surface.

We have major educational decisions coming up this year. I don’t know what the right answer is. I don’t know what the right route is.

But I do know this……. it’s frightening because this is his life we are dealing with. Mistakes on my part are big deals. So i close my eyes, I get quiet and I follow my heart. I hope, I have faith, and we do this together. I can’t guarantee we will make the right choice, but I can guarantee this: we do this together. And we deal with this together.

So put on the tap shoes……. look fear in the eye. Accept that I might miss a few shuffles, my steps might not be crystal clear….. or maybe, they just might be.

What the hell is a maxie ford? One of the combinations I did above. consider yourself enlightened.

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Recovery week

January 28, 2011

My tap shoes have not arrived yet, this has delayed my start until next week. I was heartbroken about this. Stay tuned, I am positive they will be here today.

Anyone who owns a computrainer knows the pain I feel. They can put a man on the moon, but getting this things to work is sometimes beyond the Phd in rocket science that I have  me. For the past four weeks I have been wrestling with it. If you are in need of a USB / serial port I have about 6. They are free. Tell me where to send them.

In all fairness the support at Racermate has been terrific. It all came down to one small piece of equipment, the new invention that rids me of all the USB / serial ports in the world…..

Yes, yes that’s it. The USB-stereo port.

I just want to ride my freaking bike here. And I have, don’t get me wrong. The stand alone version of the Computrainer works beautifully, but my rides are nearing the long side and I need a little bit more to sustain me next to the furnace.

Yes, I chose that outfit myself. There are several signs along the way that cheer me on, personally! But more important i have a bird’s eye view of the data I like so much. While I compare my rides week to week I am going to put them on some courses. disclaimer: courses on the CT are not that similar to outdoor riding. Case in point: Lake Placid. Notsomuch.

One of the features I like to use is this, the spinscan feature. Helps me work on my pedal stroke.

The computrainer is a great tool for keeping me focused when four hours on the trainer. It helps me not ride blindly. I can create and download courses from all over the world.

I chose my long ride to be on the Ironman New Zealand course, which looks like this:

I like this course on the CT, it gives a good long climb and a good section where I can hold steady watts / paces.

Riding can be complicated. I am lucky to have been able to get a great deal on this thing as a USAT coach. I use it quite a but when testing my athletes, I use a RAMP test for some who need that little extra push.

We’ve talked about this before though, riding needn’t be complicated. Just get on the bike and ride. It’s not the gadgets, it’s how you use them. I havent used this thing all that much since I have had it…. but people believe I ride it all of the time. I will now that I have it all upgraded and communicating.

I don’t have a lot of patience for technology. If it doesn’t work today, game over, I move on. If satellites don’t synch up I guess. It comutrainers don’t communicate I move on. It’s one of the reasons I am a swimmer. They have not technologized swimming yet (and yes, that’s a new word!). It’s simple. Cap, goggles, water.

But as long as this thing will work, I have selected five courses to ride weekly. I will ride the same rides so that I can really watch and compare, track my progress, the whole nine yards. We’ve completed eight weeks of base, and we’ve seen significant improvements where we need to. Recovery week is about donw, testing tomorrow on the run, I got to celebrate with wine and cake, and I am ready for the next block!

I have a little over three months until Gulf Coast. Then the race season follows with a pretty hardy bang. Suddenly too much time seems too little time. And here we go!

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Too hard

January 27, 2011

One of the reasons I cycle my athletes through tests… is to see how they react. Are they willing to go toe to toe with themselves, what do they do when the going gets tough, and the really important one…… in the discipline they are least comfortable in…… will they find a reason to quit when it gets too hard?

The reaction and results of these tests is not always for a time or HR data….. it’s to see how they react. for the third I time I cycled one of my athletes through a swim test. For the third time, this athlete has found a reason to quit. The first time he lost count. The second time… he didn’t feel right. The third time he went to yoga first and his body shut down. Yet after he quit the swim test he was able to do a nice easy 30 min run and felt great. Running is his natural forte. (And he knows who he is :-) He tries to convince himself that is he was in better shape, had a better stroke, Insert excuse here….. the swim test would go ok.

The truth of the matter is, I don’t give a damn right now what his T time is. When the going gets tough for him in the pool, he finds a reason to quit. As his coach, this is pivotal. I have a pattern here of which to work with. I don’t criticize this because I think he’s a loser in the pool, I criticize it because I care. I am his coach. Now we have something to work with here. It has nothing to do with his stroke, it has everything to do with the space between his ears.

I have another athlete who I threw into an impromptu swim test last week. He forgot his watch. Thought it was about XX time, but he probably skipped a 50.

If I ever showed up to a swim test without a watch for the Wizard….. I had better make one out of freaking stone, steal one, or go home and get it. If I ever told him that I didn’t bring my watch, he would ask me this: when are you going to get serious with the program here? This particular athlete has pretty lofty dreams, and they are legit dreams, I can throw down a mile repeat of 5:25 and he will rise to that challenge with his Garmin attached to him. But again, the swim issue. No…. in the grand scheme of things it’s not a big deal to him. It’s a big deal to me. I want him to take all of it as seriously as he does his bike / run. I don’t give a damn about his T time. I wanted to see what happened. And again, I criticize because I care. Because I want him to attain those dreams.

I had an athlete last season freak out on me because I asked him this question: have I taught you to ride a powermeter or have I taught you to ride a bike? He didn’t freak out on Mary Eggers, he didn’t like the truth that represented.

I have a girl who told me she hated the wood chopper TRX  move, could she do another one? I told her no, and that her new name is wood chopper. She will become the best anyone ever has been at the wood chopper then.

I have a girl who never remembers her t time. So I reformatted the swim workouts so that she has no choice. Then I texted her with a pop quiz. What’s your t time? Now she knows.

One of my guys has done four bike tests. This is his report every time: I will get the data to you. Guess what? Haven’t seen it yet. Guess what, he’s about to do his fifth bike test (not this week). We will just keep on doing it until that data finds its way to me. I accept skywriting, balloons, and just simple emails.

It’s okay to take yourself seriously, and it’s okay for me to push you.

I have another athlete who claims to be a really horrible swimmer. He’s not. In fact his swim has done nothing but improve over the past X months. He is not as fast some of my other swimmers….. but dude this guy would have to have his intestines hanging through his nose to quit a test. If he forgot his watch he would find one. If he mis counted he would either start the damn thing over or give me the time and how many laps he thought he did and he knows I would figure it out.

He’s the guy I need the others  to aim for.

What I do is hard. I am their coach. I point out these patterns. It might piss them off. It might make them angry. But they won’t be angry at me….. they will become angry with themselves. In turn…. it’s my goal….. that they take themselves seriously.

That’s exactly what the Wizard does for me. Don’t think I dont’ have my moments. Don’t think he’s never told me to have a cup of coffee and go out and try it again.

We all have those tests where we just miss it. It doesn’t mean we have to test test test. Ask yourself … or your coach….. why you test. Why do I have some athletes test ona  rest week? Sometimes for their data, sometimes to see what they do. But when we create patterns….. like this….. it’s something to take notice of.

When the going gets hard, what do you do? Get out? Stop? Quit? Micromanage? Or keep reaching, keep trying your best.

None of this is easy, but that’s not why you signed on. If you wanted a support group where we held hands and sang the kids are all right…. then you came to the wrong girl. As your coach I will challenge you. I will push you at the right times. I will hold you back when I need to. I will sometimes say no, no we won’t be doing that. I often will say no…. no I will not make this easier for you.

Life is not easy.

In fact my father used to say this to me: Life is hard. Then it gets worse. Be ready.

Somewhere out there in a race things are going to get hard. You will get swam over, you will get kicked, your garmin will get knocked off and your powermeter will die.

What will you do?

You will get tired in the Ironman. You may see your goal slipping through your fingers.

What will you do?

At Ironman Florida the whole damn day slipped through mine…… and I got my period during the race….. and you know what I did……. I put my goddamn head down and finished that f-ing race.  I had every opportunity to quit. Still, it’s one of my proudest finishes EVER.

You will reflect on times where it was hard in the pool, when you were on your fifth woodchopper and you hated it. You will think back to those swim tests that I made you do over and over and over. These bike tests in your basement in January and you will realize what those were really about.

Sure they are about data. But to me that’s secondary. To me they are more about observing. What will they do. How will they handle hard. Will they rise to the occasion or for some reason will they back down and back off. Then….. what can I do as a coach to use that to help us.

That’s the data I am looking for. I want to see what you will do.

Sometimes they don’t like when I call them on the carpet. But again, it’s not being upset with me…. I do it because I care, I want them to be better, I want them to be successful….. it’s about them versus them. It’s hard. It’s a hard pill to swallow.

If this were easy though….. we wouldn’t be reaching for it.

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My AWESOME birthday

January 26, 2011

The tap shoes are not here yet. We still have two mailing days. 

Meanwhile……I had an awesome birthday.

If you are not fortunate enough to be my friend on FaceBook….. how do you LIVE? here is how I spent my day.

 Not pictured: 5am swim. 10 X 300. Not on the schedule. Not on the plan. Not hard. I did not report it. I am dead for that. It’s the most yardage I have swam yet. I did it because I felt like it…. and when it’s your birthday you can do things you feel like. When I checked into the YMCA it notified the guy it was my birthday (Birthday awesome #1)

I came home and was greeted with birthday awesome #2.

Up next, Birthday awesome #3, a tempo run on the treadmill in my skivvies. Because I can do things like that on my own treadmill!

Birthday awesome #4 was the first trip of two to Starbucks….

Birthday awesome #5: lunch at Luc’s school. In case this is not clear, it’s an egg and cheese omelet and turkey sausage.

Then Birthday awesome #6: Midtown called me to say Happy Birthday!

Birthday Awesome #7 &8….. back to Starbucks with the ever so lovely Karin K, and I got to see fellow Lululemon ambassador Sherry Hecker!

Birthday Awesome #9: Back to the YMCA, where they wished me happy birthday AGAIN (lucky me) and I got to watch my hugger pie swim!!!

Birthday awesome #10……. I did get to kiss the Moose! I understand…. jealousy is a natural emotion. Please don’t be embarrassed by it…..

Thanks to all of you amazing folks who dropped a line here and / or on facebook / email….. every time I turned around there were kind words awaiting. In my 37th trip around the sun I am overly blessed to call you people friends. Thank you so much.

Now I challange you…… can you find the awesome?

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37 Awesome things

January 25, 2011

Can I tell you something? Yesterday, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Good thing 3:30am is early enough to have your crab on and turn around your day by 9.

3:30 felt too early. (yes, I know…. it is.) My bike and swim and life went fine. However I got into the car and it read -5 degrees. I felt the need to phone up the weatherman and let him know….. you can stop at zero. If it’s zero just say zero and we can leave it at that. No negative five but feels like negative 10. And what is with the “futurecast”…. I thought that was what a “forecast” was.

Then I learned Luc’s school was closed. Awesome. Normally he can come to work with me. But this was the one day I had meetings all day long. With patients. I spent my swim and lift trying to figure out what to do.

I came home and awesome happened. My husband told me not to worry. He knew I had an unusually busy day. He would work from home. Ahhhh. The weight of the world lifted off my shoulders.

Every day I read a post from this guy. I have a few sites that I hit every morning for some daily mojo. I like this guy because he finds something awesome in each and every day. Most mornings I focus on what he finds awesome. It struck me this morning….. with this crab on I had….. could I find awesome?

So I started looking around throughout my day, awesome is everywhere. All over the place! So in honor of my 37th birthday….. I shall share with you my own personal list of awesome. 37…. for my 37th.

Awesome is:

1. When your husband works from home on a school snow day.

2. Grocery shopping alone.

3. Getting to lap swim at 5am and having an entire lane to yourself.

4. The elderly man in the gold cap whom I have a terrific conversation with every time I swim.

5. Downward facing dog.

6. My son setting his alarm for 12 midnight last night, then sneaking into our room to give me a kiss and wish me happy birthday. Then him telling me he wanted to be the first to say it to me.

7. Taking the day off on your birthday.

8. Looking forward to being sung happy birthday by a moose at Bugaboo Creek.

9. The pillow Luc made me in Home and Careers.

10. My husband fixing my computrainer handlebar mount.

11. Beginning the day at -5 degrees,  ending it at 26 degrees, and considering it a heatwave!

12. The smell of the fire in the fireplace that only my husband does right.

13. making homemade pizza for the boys and learning they fed it to th dog.

14. New Swedish goggles arriving for my birthday.

15. The LOST box set. Thanks Mom and Dad!

16. Loving all the jobs that I have.

17. That my dog is a loyal, obedient dog, although I didn’t train her.

18. The bag of undies I bought at breathe last night.

19.Ally at breathe making me a buccaneer tea with soymilk. The Ally special.

20. My treadmill!

21. The mattress heater I have on our bed, and how you can heat one side or both sides.

22. My tap shoes should arrive today.

23. I have qualified for Kona 3 times and had to balls to turn it down. Being content with that decision.

24. When people ask me if I know Rich Clark.

25. My new job.

26. Running in the winter, with clear roads and blue skies and a world blanketed in white.

27. That I have been hit by a car 5 times and walked away unscathed.

28. The fact that on Wednesday night my father and I will discuss the details of the latest local murder case.

29. I have not seen anyone die in 3 months.

30. Reading a chapter of the Magic Tree House book every night on the stairs with Luc.

31. My husband and our marriage.

32. Starbucks.

33. 10 years ago I became a Mom. It was the first day of the rest of my life.

34. When i said I do…… I meant it.

35. The amazing people I get to call friend.

36. Going to Luc’s school so he can buy me lunch today. With a prepaid lunch card that I paid for, as I am bringing him hotcakes and I will eat a cafeteria omelet.

37. I get to take another trip around the sun!

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Tap it out

January 23, 2011

This week i am going to do something I have not done in almost 20 years. Something that has stayed with me for a very long time.

See, until age 14-15 I was a dancer. Believe it or not. I also had a bad eating disorder. I stopped dancing, which was like ripping my own heart out with a knife. ever stop something you lived and breathed, not because you wanted to, but because you thought it was the cause of something awful?

Being so young I didn’t have the foresight to see that stepping out of the dance studio was probably the worst thing I could have done for myself. I convinced my parents it was the right thing to do. My plan was this: stop dancing for a year, get better, come back and everything would be all right again.

The better plan would have been, go to my dance teachers, allow them to help me. I know it’s what my parents probably thought would have been a better plan. But at 14 I of course, knew what I was doing. (not).

I never went back, and I got sicker. The loss of that aspect of my life was more devastating than I could imagine. I still danced, I had a studio in my basement. In fact I performed once more as a Senior in High school. I danced a beautiful Lyrical while one of my friends sang. I missed it so much. I was good at it. I loved it. It has been a hole in my heart for years. I studied tap, jazz, and classical ballet. I started at age 3.

One of my yoga students opened a dance studio last year. She’s amazing. She’s been prodding me forever to come back and give it a try. This week I decided I would come back to tap. At the same time my dance teacher and I became friends on facebook…. in fact I am going to see her this week. It feels like it’s the last piece in this recovery process that I need to face.

Tap dancing is like being a musician. You can jam out to any music piece or you can create your own rhythm. That’s what I love about it. I can’t tell you how many times I have performed time steps in my head. Treble rhythms in my mind. A  guitarist will jam out, but he does so with all the notes as his (or her)  background. A tap dancer can jam out too, with all the steps as his (or her) background.

I ordered a new pair of tap shoes. They still make teletone taps for them. at age 10 I remember learning the difference between the different types of taps and which ones made the best sounds. I remember being taught how to loosen and tighten the screws to manipulate the sound of the tap.

I can’t wait to screw those in.

I think this will be really good for me. completely unrelated to anything I do. I really hemmed and hawed about it, but when I gave that presentation to the business guys the other day, one of them asked me an important question:

“Do you ever feel like your committment to this sport forces you to give up something you otherwise would like to do?”

Truthfully my answer was yes. I walked out of there knowing that one night of tap dancing would not ruin anything. In fact it will help me in more ways than I will imagine. I am scared to death. I am so nervous right now. I can stand in front of 1000 people and give a presentation, I teach yoga to 40 students at a time, but stepping back into what I left so long ago….. is scary.

So 25 North Dance, here I come this Thursday. It’s a birthday present to myself.

I will post some video of my tapping abilities this week, as soon as the shoes arrive!

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Start with why

January 22, 2011

What if these were your pre race instructions:

“You are the one responsible for entering this race, you better be prepared for the course itself. The rocks will have no mercy. I have seen this course rip apart many a “good trail runner.” Mountain Mist is trail running in its finest form. No one is ever let down, just shut down, beaten up, broken and left bleeding. You first timers beware, this course may cause you bodily harm. Even though you have entered the race and paid the fee…YOU CAN STILL BACK OUT! No one will laugh at you, just tell them your family still needs you and you want to continue running in the future, they’ll understand! Otherwise, “know your limits and then completely ignore them.”

Would you still do it?

What if you’ve never done anything like this before?

Would you be scared?

Would you consider backing out?

Essentially these instructions are a seed of doubt. Seeds of doubt are deadly, powerful, they multiply. They have the ability to take over. Take all the preparation and training and time you have put into something like this…..

And squash it like a bug.

But only if you let it.

This morning one of my athletes Donna is somewhere in the mountains of Alabama doing this very race. During this event I am not concerned with what her splits are. The plan was actually quite simple: eat all day long and keep moving forward. There ain’t no powerbars on this course, it’s pretty much all junk food. But a 50K ain’t the Ironman. This race makes the Ironman look like a catered event. Well….. it is.

Our pre race call and texts were more like mother / daughter. Do you have enough warm clothes? Be safe sister. Donna is stepping out of her comfort zone in a major way. As her coach I am too. Training for this was a bunch of volume at the right time, mostly on weekend, with her buddies who have done this before, and who know what’s coming. They took great care of her. she put in the work and more importantly she put in the recovery. When you cover these distances it’s not about how much you got in, it’s how much did you recover after and that may mean 2 days off or at the very least some active recovery.

If not for the body then for the mind. These ultra people are no.freaking.joke. Think Ironman peels you like an orange? Think Ironman turns you inside out? Think Ironman brings you face to face with yourself? Try an ultra. These athletes have gone to places deep inside of themselves….. that they didn’t even know existed, didn’t necessarily want to visit, and even have the guts to return from.

So why the hell would you want to do this???

Interesting that you would ask that.

I gave a presentation yesterday to a group of business guys. One of the topics that came up was motivation. How to find it and sustain it. I was asked a specific question about it and given a personal scenario and I remember leaning forward and saying to him:

You have to have a big enough WHY.

They all started to look at each other, they smiled at each other. I thought… what did I say? Did I accidentally swear (again???). Turns out, they were just discussing WHY. One asked me if I had ever read the book Start with why. To myself I thought…. um no….. I got the concept of why from Rich Straus, he’s a triathlon coach guy.

They talked to me about the book. The strategies. They sent me the link and when I got home I took a look. This guy stole my business model!!! No, this guy pulled together the exact way I run my business.

I do this….. because I 110% love it. That’s my why. I love working with athletes. I love working with their lives. I love when they tell me they can’t because I can show them they can. I love to experience their journey from when training feels impossible to when they cross the finish line of the biggest day of their lives (whether it be Ironman, a 5K, a weight loss goal). I do it because I know the end of the story, if they just trust me and work the plan. I do it because I believe in people.

The how is like everyone else does it. Through structured training and field testing all that jazz. The what is the athlete who hits their goal.

Your why……. has to be big enough to get your ass out of bed at early o’clock in the morning, or get you to go to sleep at early o’clock in the evening. Your why has to be big enough that you sign up for something like an insane 50K trail race (please consult your doctor and your spouse first….) in the mountains of Alabama. Donna did it because she loves a new challenge. She’s hungry for something off the beaten path, and at the same time this was so big that it scared the sh*t out of her enough to motivate her to train her damn ass off.

I do it because I love to be an athlete. I love this sport. I love being out in the middle of nowhere and find that place within myself I can’t find anywhere. I love to feel like a fighter pilot on my bike. I love to swim with sharks. I do it because my best is still out there and I am willing to do what I need to do to uncover it.

Look at the athlete whose ultimate goal is to be famous for doing the Ironman. Look at the model from the outside in.

Their what= They want to be known for winning.

Their how= They train a lot.

Their why= They want to be known for winning. They want to win.

And then they wonder why sponsors look past them, they wonder why they don’t become that star. They wonder why people don’t give them a second thought. They have not identified their why.

Being known for winning isn’t a why. It’s a narcissistic person wanting fame because they believe if they have fame, then they will have everything. Which in the end shows that they really….. have nothing. This is a product no one will buy. This is dell creating an Mp3 player as opposed to apple. If you watch the video you learn exactly why that whole thing happened the way it did.

Your why are your values, your passion, what drives you. Who you are inside of you. Why are you doing this? What sustains you at your very core. Let me give you a hint….. it has zero to do with winning. Or being famous.

When I began this coaching thing I came up with a plan. I read all the books about how to create a business plan. Then i talked to my Dad. He owns this company.  His advice to me in the very beginning: know why you are doing this….. and the rest will fall into place.

I sat there last evening…. past my 9pm bedtime, which under no circumstance do I normally break….. and I watched that video 3 times. He spoke about what I have been living and I didn’t even know it. He took everything I have felt as an athlete and as a small business owner and he put it into a simple small diagram.

And I believe with confirmation ….. with all my heart that I am doing what I am doing both as an athlete and a coach for all of the right reasons. I have felt and been told that I have been doing it backwards all these years.

So this morning as Donna makes her way through the mountains of Alabama where it’s about 40 degrees, I will have no updated splits, not live finish line video. There are only 350 athletes in this event. There are no chips. No covers on magazines if you win, nothing. She’s not doing it for any of those reasons.

She’s doing it to see if she can. She’s doing it because she loves it, and she knows that she will come face to face with a lot of difficult things today. I won’t be on the sidelines cheering. She will come out of this different. In many beautiful ways.

Her why….. is big enough to get her to the finish line today.

So what’s your why? What gets you moving? What gets you going?

I told these guys yesterday that if nothing else they need to exercise like their life depends on it. Because it does. The bottom line of it all, my health is my biggest why. For a long time I didn’t have it and I can’t afford not to have it again. My business will go on, be taken over, or be sold without me. My family needs me. That’s my why. My bottom line why.

Because my life depends on it. and I love it. I love it all the way down to my bones.

What about you?

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Tempo

January 21, 2011

Don’t forget, Sunday January 30th is our free Score-This / Train-This webinar, and we’d love to have you join us! We will be looking at some of the footage from our team swim day last week to show you what to look for in your own stroke, and we will show you the coach cam :-) . Click here for details!

Wednesday evening came the tempo run.

 Please, don’t be impressed by my post swim test vomit. I should be able to handle my nutrition better than that. I should be fitter than that in the water. We will call that an impressive time and a performance gain when I smash it on race day. It wasn’t an HTFU.  HTFU’ing is giving the winning speech at a race from a wheelchair because you gave it 110% like that year Kloner  won Gulf Coast (Kloner is hands down one of my favorite athletes in the world. she redefines fun).

Like many of the workouts that you do, this tempo run progression has me hitting tempo for 2 X 20 minute segments. Not a big deal. Last week I failed it, as I was battling the flu and my tempo heart rate had me running my endurance pace. This week, paces and HR’s are all back to normal, and I was worried that my morning swim antics would trash this effort in the evening.

Smile again for that decision to get the treadmill. It allowed me the ability to get that run in during the evening. Luc had just busted a gut for an hour in his afternoon agility class (remember suicides?)….. so in an effort to allow some downtime, I hopped on my tready and took on th tempo.

How come it’s so normal to run these kids ragged from sun up to sun down? The rest of their lives they will be working their asses off. Running from school to activity to activity to activity is good for wearing them out. Giving them the well deserved down time in their day is important. At least I believe so. Luc gets to choose what he wants to do. Sometimes he reads. Sometimes he watches a bit of TV, many days he puts together a puzzle.  But I digress. My how to be a perfect mother like (cough) me post is coming soon. Don’t worry.

I hopped on the tready and ran. The mental game today was focus on being in the effort. Turn up some music, allow the HR to guide and just run. Like I always say about just riding… just run. Worry not about pace right now as that gets faster with each progressive cycle. Stay within the HR zones and let the pace quicken over time as I gain fitness. Feel the pace, I know the pace, I know how to grab it.

That’s all. I didn’t throw up (you shouldn’t during this type of workout), I didn’t wander, I just stayed present to the effort. I allowed the music to inspire me, carry me. I watched myself in the mirror as I ran maintaining my form.

Just run Eggers, just run. Simple. Yet profound to me. I thought about nothing. I love that feeling. Nothing before, nothing after, just be in this space. Let it carry you. And just like that 2 X 20 minute segments of tempo were over. Not an earth shattering pace, a pace that’s right on par for where I am right now. A pace that has improved and will improve over the next few weeks.

I can’t tell you how much I love being able to do this, still…. after all these years. after all I have been through. After all that has come my way. It’s a privilege like you can’t imagine. It’s a feeling I still can’t believe. I feel it coming, I feel it coming back to me. Like the thunder chasing the wind…. as the song goes…..

This is a good place to be.

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Swim Test #2

January 20, 2011

Our new team uniforms came! Check them out on our faceBook page, and over on the Train-This website! Special thanks to the hard work our Team Manager Kim Ammon put into these!!!!!

One of my friends linked this article the other day, and I fell in love with it. Read it. I especially fell in love with this statement:

Spend plenty of time thinking about YOU – its not selfish unless you act like no one else exists, so still remember those around you, but hone in on YOU. Because really, you’re a big.freaking.deal. To this statement I would only add after unless you act like no one else exists…… and you deliberately set out to hurt others attempting to inflate your ego…..You know…. and I know….. all too well that the ego is where we go. Through my years I see the ego taken too far brings people to do dumb things, say dumber things….. and create drama where drama needn’t exist. At the end of your life what will it say on your tombstone? what will represent the “-” between your birthday and the day you died? That you took no prisioners, or that you were a good person? It’s possible to be both and to be both very well.

Wednesday morning was my swim test. It was my second of the season.

Peanut butter in the morning shake was a bad idea. A really bad one. Even though I do it every day. Not before the swim test though. Because when I was done I got out of the pool, took the deepest breaths that I could, casually walked into the locker room, the family locker room where no one was…. and puked my guts out.

I previously swam this 800 in a 10:08 in december, from the blocks. When you know how to start a dive in can give you 2 seconds. So it’s relative.

Today I swam a 10:07. From the wall. Alone.

While that might sound impressive to you, it’s not all that impressive to me. Truthfully it just shows that I have big kahunas in the pool. I could not have gotten on my bike or even run to T1 if this were a race today. Up to this point my swims have consisted of 3 X 30 minute drilling sessions and one 45 minute tabata session; translation for sprinting 25′s. That’s it. My stroke still feels unnatural, and I swam way beyond myself. But if there is one place I can hurt it’s here, the water, my natural habitat.

By length four I realized the peanut butter was not a good idea. By the 2nd 100 I was seeing stars. The more it hurt though….. just like last time the more I wanted it. The more pain, the more success. The more pain the more speed.

In my head…. my mantra this time….. I don’t even want to tell you.The theme song from iCarly. Please don’t ask me how I know this song or why on god’s green earth this came into my head. It got locked there for the next 10 minutes and 7 seconds.

Yes, an improvement on nothing more than stroke work. It’s kind of funny what’s happening with my swimming. for the first time in nine years I am not swimming with my masters team. I feel like I left my mother and went off to try something new. I miss my coach desperately. I don’t think she will ever understand how much. I miss my lane mates, I miss the whole package.

But to do something I have never done, I have to do something I have never done.

giving The Wizard my swim was difficult. More than difficult. I decided if I am going to work the program I am going to work the program. With how these races are going lately I need to get out in front and stay there if I want to avoid the mosh pit it’s all become. I don’t typically draft…. I am the one people draft off of. I am comfortable with that, just leave your hands off my head. Grab my ass, grab my feet, but touch my head and you will suffer the consequences. They are not pretty. That’s got to become my strategy if I want to escape that pit.

For the first time though in years I am looking forward to swimming more longer harder sets. (Did I just say that?) I am looking forward to racing the clock instead of relying on teammates to set the pace. Can I race the clock? Can I do these intervals on my own when for 30 years I have done them as a team?

Only one way to find out. Do it. Minus the peanut butter on test morning.

71 days till my outdoor pool opens. April 1st please come quick.

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