Something magical happens to me in the FALL. I’m not sure if it’s the chill in the air, or the rustle of crisp leaves hanging on dearly to their beloved trees, or the crunch of those that just couldn’t hang on any longer, under my feet… or maybe it’s autumn’s Midas sun, turning all the land into gold, or perhaps, it’s the delicious cocktail of ALL OF THE ABOVE. Whatever it is, it makes me feel ALIVE. It picks me up, demands my attention, then gently wraps me in a cozy, over-sized sweater, woven with the wool of dreams, possibility, and moxie.
You know that feeling you get at the start of a new year, when most people find themselves making new years resolutions? That feeling of anticipation that sits at the intersection of excitement and fresh? It’s THAT. But in OCTOBER. It’s almost like MY own personal new year happens… NOW.
Fall is definitely MY SEASON.
It’s the season when I feel the most in tune with myself. And, now that I’ve written that, if the whole ancestral-history-in-our-DNA-thing is true, it totally makes sense. Because Chuseok (Korean Thanksgiving/Home-coming). I digress…
Jordan Baker was right. Life really does start all over again when it gets crisp in the fall. Specifically, October.
October is when I start tallying up my DIDs, my accomplishments, of the year; and when I start looking ahead, to the coming new year. It’s almost like my biological clock is set to a 3-month editorial lead.
October is all kinds of awesome. October uplifts me to cloud numero nueve. October has me planning some major goals, and major actions. October has me on my mark and set…
But before the gun can click BANG!,
there’s BOOM! JUNIPER’S BIRTHDAY!,
and BOOM! HALLOWEEN!,
and BOOM! THANKSGIVING!,
and BOOM! MY BIRTHDAY!,
and BOOM! CHRISTMAS!,
AND BOOM! NEW YEAR’S EVE!
And the next thing you know, life spits me back out like a slimy, black watermelon seed, in the middle of January, COLD and in no mood to germinate the magic plan I came up with in my most audacious season.
And because I am frigophobic, February has me holed up inside and then suddenly, the doorbell rings and TRI season is all up on my doorstep, staring me down, and she’s all: aren’t you going to invite me in?
And I’m all: but the house is a mess! (translation: I haven’t trained a single mile! And I feel so behind!)
And she’s all:
BUT, my friends, this year is different.
This year, I get a TURKEY.
I get the same awesome magical October that I always get, AND because I find myself living in the Southern Hemisphere this year, I also get SPRING, AND also the start of New Zealand’s triathlon season — an OCTOBER, SPRING, and the start of TRI SEASON TRIFECTA. Did you know, in the game of bowling, three consecutive strikes is called a TURKEY?
This turkey allows me to put that bold, October-born, plan into action. Yes, the aforementioned sextet of BOOMs will still all explode, BUT their bang will be a little less bang-y this year, because, New Zealand.
One of the best parts about moving to New Zealand is telling our kids that certain things don’t exist in New Zealand. For example, toys don’t exist in New Zealand. WIFI does not exist in New Zealand. Birthdays are not celebrated in New Zealand. I think you catch my drift. (And although Thanksgiving really does not exist in New Zealand, we McDonalds WILL certainly be celebrating it. Ironically, turkeys are hard to come by here in the down under. I may or may not be able to have my turkey and eat it too. Hah! Again, I digress…)
Of course, even with the less bang-y BOOMs, this turkey thing won’t mean a single thing without ME. Walking my talk.
I’ve got a plan for that. 😂
But seriously. I DO have a plan for that. Her name is Coach Jen.
While answering a few questions on what some of my goals are and how to approach getting there, it dawned on me… another exciting thing about this October turkey, is it comes with a side of SUPERSET.
A superset, in strength training, is when you do two exercises back to back with little to no rest between them. They’re great for time-saving and building muscle. It seems this year involves a superset… in SEASONS. An October start of New Zealand triathlon season. Followed immediately by (our move back, and) an April start of triathlon season in the U.S.. No rest between sets. Superset.
That’s like a full-year-long TRI season! I’m gonna build me some triathlon muscle, y’all! I’m not quite sure just yet what this all means. But I’m hella excited about the possibilities. Like we IRONMAN brand-aware like to say/hashtag, Anything is possible.
Of course I’m optimistic. It is October, after all.