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MAY 2009
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MAD ABOUT TRIATHLON A Tale of Fiction MAY CLUB MEETING May 28th, Thursday Rehab United SPECIAL GUEST: Michael T. Lardon MD., sports psychiatrist and author of “Finding your Zone” will speak about what the “Zone” is, how to find it and use it to achieve your peak performance.
By Barbara Javor
While training, my coach said I should visualize every part of the triathlon I’d encounter on race day, but lying on a gurney in the ER but lying on a gurney in the ER with possibly a broken wrist and broken ribs was not part of the mental picture I conjured. I’ve been waiting and watching the parade of other sick and injured souls pass through the swinging doors for what seems like forever. The wait has given me plenty of opportunity to replay everything that went wrong this morning. My bike accident during the race was just the lousy icing on the rotten birthday cake—thanks to the present Dillon gave me early in the morning. When I moved to California six months earlier, I didn’t know a soul in San Diego. I had heard about triathlon, and seeing so many people running and bicycling everywhere with their high-tech gear made me curious. I joined a local triathlon club to learn more about it, and lo and behold at my first meeting, I found someone I knew from work was the club treasurer. Dillon was close to my age and single, with Nordic good looks. After that club meeting, we ate lunch together a few times at work, and the following week he invited me to run with him on the weekend. I laughed. “I’m a beginner. You’ll run circles around me.” “I’ll mix the circles up, clockwise and coun-
terclockwise. If you’re going to be a triathlete, you’ve got to start somewhere.” After a few workouts and dinners together, our personal relationship seemed to be growing. It was obvious I had so much more to learn and speed to gain than Dillon could provide me. “Why don’t you get a coach?” He suggested one evening. “There are a number of online coaches who provide personal training programs and one-on-one coaching based on your level and feedback from your workouts.” Dillon gave me a few websites, and I made some inquiries. The one that seemed to cater to my level and goals had several coaches, and they assigned me to Chris Fellows. Chris lived in Los Angeles, so we never actually met. We didn’t even talk on the phone, but we emailed back and forth nearly every day. Chris prepared spreadsheets of workouts, expected improvements, and categories of feedback that I was supposed to supply. He said the feedback was important for his master’s thesis in sports psychology, so I obliged. Over the next few months, I improved in the three sports and found I could talk about it all through lunch with Dillon. He laughed. “See? You’re hooked like me. You’re turning mad continued on page 3