Three years ago I and some college friends were in another barbeque. At the time I wasn’t doing anything interested with my life. I was trainee in a large bank, and like 95% of people, every Monday was the day to start running or doing some work out, but from Tuesday through Sunday was party and drinks. I’ve never practiced any sports seriously.
Moreover, at the time I was already a travel lover and used to thing that establishing long-term goals and create routines to achieve them was something for unintelligent people or enslaved of system.
Returning to the barbecue. One of my best friends came with both arms toasted and after all possible jokes with that grotesque image we asked about how he did that.
– I went to the bike path today. I became a cyclist.
My eye flashed at the time. I think it’s bullshit when people say that at some point they had that life insight, whether in the professional side, in a relationship, in short, anything but at that moment I felt that it could even be true.
– I’ll go with you next time.
I had no bike, but as every healthy child, when I was little I had my days of freestyle-wanna-be with several tumbles in the park marquise and the next day I went to the Decathlon and bought a bike for speed, because of course, the MTB one would not roll because it yields less on asphalt (yes, in a bizarre way I’m competitive to the extreme with me and who is around me for certain things and others I care the fuck).
We walked and I enjoyed it so much that in the same week I was looking for a coach. Luckily I found one of the most fantastic coaches. Besides having molded me as an athlete, he became one of my best friends.
Anyway, I had never trained anything in life with such structure. Time-based, strength, speed, pillows, uphill, downhill, pedaling sitting, standing, going to the gym, interval training, I finally found out it was a science and I was in love from day one.
I started training 3-5 times a week waking up before 5 am in the week and from 7 in the weekends. My mother and friends thought I was crazy, giving up the pleasures of life, but they didn’t understand I was giving up something I liked but going after something that I loved.
Anyway, as the training went on, my interest was evolving and growing. I worried about my diet and I started seeing it not only as a momentary pleasure, but something that kept me healthy and guarantee my evolution in the sport, ie the power gave way to nutrition.
After about a year and a half training hard, my coach and some friends decided to join a team cycle race seven days in Europe across the Pyrenees. I enjoyed the challenge, and after seeing that it would be possible to train and work seamlessly, I embraced the idea with my body and soul.
There were 7 months of training even pulled over at least two hours of practice a day during the week and more than four hours Saturday and Sunday.
Finally when the race arrived, I realized how it had been the best decision of my life. I lived unforgettable moments that were shared with great people who will be my friends forever. I will not describe in detail to not stretch the text.
Back in Brazil I went through a process that seems to be natural, I started almost questioning the meaning of life. No, it was not that far away, but I was a few weeks without training, tired and decided to run up and drop the bike for a few weeks.
Weeks passed and I decided to change my goals. I became vegan and I signed up for an Ironman (3.8km swim, 180km biking and 42km running).
I kept training with the same coach for cycling , for running and swimming I found some spreadsheets in the internet. I did my first half iron (1.9km, 90km and 21km) in Brasilia in April 2014 and the result was good, but could have been better.
So, in order to become better for the real Iron, I decided to buy a recognized modality for this spreadsheet. With pain in my heart I had to tell my coach and my team that I would no longer train with them, at least until the race.
The routine returned differently, but still heavy. Training seven days a week, double in several days (swimming and running, biking and running). Although it I used to woke, almost everyday, very excited. The new lifestyle has left me stronger and tougher.
The iron test was carried out and I managed the time within the target. While talking to a volunteer, she told me something that’ll take forever “this is just another day, what matters is the way you come to be here.”
After all this sentimental description about how my life has turned around 180 degrees (not reached 360 as Galisteu), what have I really learned from it?
Consistency and persistence are the foundation of success (I don’t think success is measured by wins, but for its efforts).
As I said at the beginning of the text, I’ve always thought these two features were stupid and made for those who are not smart enough to do something. But as I practiced and looked back I realized that would only have won what I won in a unique way: with consistency and persistence.
I became empirical evidence of the need of a routine to achieve success. Whether you work in banks, is nomadic or a professional athlete. In my view, to build something we can be proud about, we need to be persistent and consistent. As Edison said, ” Genius is one percent inspiration, ninety nine percent perspiration”.