The Signs.

After probably one too many of my annoying “animal attack” questions, the South African safari guide finally shut me up with some basic Safari 101 Info:  Animals always give warning signs before they attack. All except for the buffalo, that is.  So setting the buffalo aside, one can usually anticipate a lion, elephant, or rhino charging, as long as you’re paying close attention to the signs.

I can’t stop thinking about his wise words, which are probably so much more relevant here, in everyday safari life, than sitting in a Land Rover in South Africa.

Whether we’re talking about our bodies, our equipment, the people in our everyday lives, or perfect strangers, the signs are usually there.  We just don’t always see them.  Something to chew on… for me at least.

So I’ve had to pull my head out of my butt today and give myself a serious attitude adjustment.   Correction– my coach had to.  His coaching skills are top of the line, but he really missed his calling as a shrink.  Any coach (of women at least) will likely attest to the fact that much of the “coaching” takes place between the ears.   Don’t ask me why.  Anyway, 24hrs ago I had brilliantly and independently decided that my 70.3 season should really start six weeks later than planned; he shot that one down in one word.  Not feeling like I’ve got the fitness yet, but as my badass Kiwi homegirl Bianca told me, just do what you know with what you’ve got.  I wish she would move to Atlanta and kick my butt daily.

I’ve enlisted the help of the Rajun’ Cajun with the speedy legs and comedic mind, my dear friend MikeyG, to drag me through some good runs this week.  I told him that I’ll save a sweet spot on my rear wheel for him if he gets me through the running.  He didn’t take too kindly to that insinuation, but something tells me he won’t be complaining tomorrow.   That’s what friends are for, right? I’m a firm believer in quid pro quo.

So here’s to a new attitude adjustment, keeping my eyes open to the signs (never know when a lion can come charging from the parking lot!), and trying to get through a good run without sitting down on the curb and sulking.