It's the life you live

It's not what you got, It's what you give
It ain't the life you choose, it's the life you live
It's only what you give.
It's not what you got
But the life you live
It's the life you live
- Tesla

I spent a good amount of time today (swimming and) thinking about my my pending collision with Ironman.

At one point, these lyrics popped into my head.

"It's not what you got, It's what you give"

When committing to Ironman, I knew it was possible if I would just put in the work. The bigger questions was would I. Was I willing to make the sacrifices necessary. There were days I didn't give it m all. But these days were few and far between. I knew I had to give it my best shot every time out, every day. I had to push myself each time out. That is why I trained on hills in unbearable heat. That is why I woke up for those 4am swims.

"It ain't the life you choose, it's the life you live"

Talk is easy. Just because you choose something, it won't necessarily happen. You have to follow through.

I have lost count of the number of things I have not done this summer because of training. Trips to the lake, happy hours, nights out, baseball games, potential dates, friends birthdays (hell, I still haven't gone out for my birthday yet) have all been passed on because of Ironman.

But don't feel sorry for me. Life is all about balance. I have done plenty of fun stuff this summe not related to training..

And while missing out on those things "old Kevin" would have never missed, this summer has been an incredible journey. I have no regrets. I would make the all of the same decision again.

Triathlon has changed me. I am more focused than ever. I have to know that I have given it my all. I have a strange determination inside of me. I have taken my training serious (although I am still not serious when I train - if that makes any sense).

I like what I have become. I like focused Kevin.

But at the same time, I haven't forgotten how to have a good time.

Only this side of me is on hold for another 22 days.

The calm before the storm before the taper

"The will to win means nothing without the will to prepare."Juma Ikangaa, Tanzanian marathoner

Today, it was the calm before the storm before the taper

So I rested.

And played 2 hours of the best sand volleyball better this summer.

I really hustled after the ball. I was diving. I was jumping. I hit the ball hard. My serves were solid. I was sweating. My heartrate was up.

It is funny how much better I can be on the beach if I DON'T run 3-6 miles in 100 degree weather prior to voleyball.

And speaking of the weather. I think the heat has finally left us for the summer.

Damn, there goes that excuse for running slow.

Anyway, the next 5 days are going to really push me, capped off by a 16-18 mile run on Saturday and a 100 mile ride and 6 mile run on Monday. That and 3-4 ice baths.

And then the 23 days of taper start.

23 days of taper.

Taper drives me crazy!!!!!

just one of those days...

“It’s hard to beat a person that never gives up” – Babe Ruth

Do you ever have one of those days where you don’t accomplish a damn thing?

Tuesday, Aug 29, 2006
4::00 am Wake up
4:20 am: Head to gym
4:45 am: Swim 1 hr 15 minutes
6:15 am: Hit HyVee and buy grapes, peaches, bananas and zone bars
6:30 am: Arrive at work
3:30 pm: Leave work
4:00 pm: Bike 50 miles
7:10 pm: Run 10 miles
10:00 pm: Turn on Daily Show and promptly fall asleep.

I decided to cram the entire cancelled Sunday workout into a single day. Yesterday was the day. Granted, I did squeeze in a full day in the lab between the swim and bike. But, really, work can be just as mentally exhausting as training.

The Swim was great. There was one other person in the pool when I arrived. And she was hot, swimming in the middle lane. I promptly jumped in and paced myself off her. She swam a little faster than I wanted too, but it was worth pushing myself. I don’t have any idea how far I swam. But it was in the 2 mile range.

After work I drove to Heritage Park, home base for my 50 mi bike/10 mi run. The first thing I did after getting to the park was inventory my energy supplements.

Heed (energy drink powder): ~3 scoops at 100 calories/scoop (I thought I had more)
Hammer Gel – 1 packet at ~100 calories (What happened to those other 4 packs? Crap, I took them during my 16 mile run).
E-caps (electrolyte supplements) – 2 (at least it wasn’t 112 out)

This wasn’t good. I had right at 400 calories to get me through a 5 hour, 3000+ calorie workout.

I rode a total of 50.9 miles at a 17.3 mph average pace. I didn’t stop once. This was a first. I felt pretty good the entire ride. I finished in just under 3 hours.

Now for the run. I was pretty nervous about the run. I had never run more than 3 miles after a bike ride. Additionally, I have only run more than 6 miles alone a couple of times. I really count on those around me to get me through the longer runs.

But there I was, looking at 10 miles, alone, with just over 100 calories worth of Heed to get me through it.

As Josh would say, “Do or do not, there is no try”.

And with that, I was off.

Here are my splits
Miles 1: 11:10 – Hey, look at me. I’m running.
Mile 2: 11:50 – that bacon-cheeseburger for lunch isn’t working out so well
Poop Break
Mile 3: 11:19 – What time does the park close? Run to the entrance. 11:00. Great!
Mile 4: 11:01 – My butts starting to chafe. Should have brought the Body Glide
Mile 5: 11:40 – Halfway there. And still going.
Mile 6: 12:00 – Starting to lose energy. Turn on the head lamp as the sun has set.
Mile 7: 12:54 – I wonder where this trail goes. Oh look, a long hill.
Mile 8: 13:53 – Pbltt. Another spider web. I must have run at least 12 of these in the last 4 miles.
Mile 9: 12:43 – The sound of howling dogs (or coyotes) and rustling leaves kept me on my toes.
Mile 10: 12:26 – Downhill and just willing myself to the finish.

I did it. I don’t know how. My tank was on empty. But it was a great feeling.

And the most amazing thing about everything that happened yesterday actually happened this morning.
I woke up at 5:45 am – without an alarm clock - ready to take on another day.

The anatomy of a flip turn

so yesterday, we were supposed to have a long training day - 1 hr 15 min swim (~2 mi), 60 mi on the bike and 10 mi run.

only it was raining pretty hard and there was a chance for thunderstorms. and training was cancelled.

mother nature just isn't cooperating. if it isn't the heat, it's the rain. argh!!!

so we were told to get the workout in on our own at some point in the next three days, in pieces, if necessary.

now some people would scoff at the ideal of swimming 2 miles in the pool (again), I was looking forward to this.

you see, I am an opportunist.

and I saw the opportunity to (re)teach myself the "flip turn".

because the flip-turn, as we all know, separates the expert swimmers from the wannabees.

there is fluidity in a flip-turn. a certain smoothness. it is the epitome of grace under water.

bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha

I am sitting here trying to find the best way to describe my first flip-turn of the day and am really struggling to put it into words. where was the video camera???

so as I approach the wall, I initiate the flip. at the same time, I attempt to roll over onto my stomach. my arms are flaling under water. my legs are flailing above the water. finally, I get pointed in the right direction and push off the wall.

"grace" wasn't in this equation.

all this happened on the deep end of the pool.

as I approached the shallow end wall, I proceed with my second flip-turn.

a flip turn in the shallow end...real smart

well, let's just say at some point during the turn, my nose and chin both managed to scrap the bottom of the pool.

and that hurt.

so that was the last flip-turn I did in the shallow end.

but I still managed around 70 flip-turns in the deep end. one for each lap I did in the pool.

did it make the swim go any faster. no.

but at least it gave me something to look forward to.

So I'm a dumb ass

At work today, my boss dubbed me "Kevin the Saviour" because of my mad scientist skills (and by mad, I mean incredible, not crazy - or at least that is how I took it). It had something to do with my magic touch in the lab. It made me feel good.

But by 5:30 tonight, I was feeling a lot more like "King of the Dumb Asses".

I actually woke up this morning before the alarm went off - a good thing because I had a 30 mile bike ride tonight and with the forecast calling for rain, I was hoping to get out of work on-time, if not a little early. So after stashing a some bike clothes in my gym bag, paying a couple of bills and whipping up a protein smoothie, it was off to work.

Work was a total drag today because I was doing contract work instead of my normal assay development stuff. Contract work is a necessary evil, but it is way too structured for my creative minds.

Contract work requires an excessive amount of documention which pretty much doubles the amount of time it takes to complete an experiment. So I didn't get out of work early. Instead, I worked late (~5:00). And on a Friday, too.

But every cloud has its silver lining. Right?

A line of storms moved through around 4:00 so had I left work early, I would have been caught in the middle of a deluge.

Let's hear it for working late! (whatever)

Anyway, I pull into the Heritage Park lot around 5:20 and quickly change clothes in my car, completing the transformation from scientist Kevin to athlete Kevin.

After grabbing my two half-frozen water bottles from the passenger seat, I jumped out and walked around to the back to get my really fast bike out.

Only upon opening the back door, there was no bike. Yep, it was still hanging in my garage.

Really, did anyone not see that coming?!? I didn't think so.

Somehow, someway, I managed to get out of my house this morning, make it all the way to work, take a carload of people to lunch, and then drive to Heritage Park all without realizing I forgot my bike.

Sure, driving to work and to Heritage Park, I could see me not realizing I left my bike at home.

But I took a carload of people (5, including me) to lunch today. When my bike is in my car, the maximum number of people I could take is 3. how could have missed that one?

So instead of a nice, fun, 30 mile ride in the fresh air cruising down the road on my really fast bike with a seat shaped perfectly to the contour of my butt, I had to ride a stationary bike with an insanely uncomfortable seat for as long as I could stand it (58 minutes) at the gym.

And Kevin the Saviour quickly became Kevin, King of the Dumb (and Sore) Asses.

This says it all

Found this in the paper yesterday.









Pretty much sums up the 6 miles of hills I ran last night.

So what's next???

Does anyone else out there the "post-race blues"?

I wouldn't call it "depression", but more a "hey, I just busted my butt for the past 4 months training and rocked this marathon. what do I do now?" sort of situation.

Not that I have ever "busted my butt" during training nor have I ever "rocked" a marathon, maybe the post-race party, but not the marathon.

But I have been known to get in a funk after the euphoria of the race wears off. It hit me really hard after the Goofy Challenge. I knew the only way I could really get back into the swing of things was jump back into the training cycle. So I immediately started training for OKC and no more funk.
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My Ironman is exactly one month away, September 23. I am still not totally sure what to expect immediately before, during or after the race. I am sure it will be emotional.

There is nothing I can do to avoid the pre-race and race-day emotions. And I am going to ride the post-race emotions as long as I can.

But I know at some point, when the euphoria wears off, that post-race funk will sneak in.

Unless I do something about it.

So as a pre-emptive strike against "funk", I decided tonight that I am am going to head out to Vegas the weekend of December 10 for the Vegas International Marathon.

And then, in January, return to Phoenix, the site of my first marathon.

Possibly run my first ultra-marathon, the 42-mile brew to brew relay all by myself in March,

Head back down to OKC in April for the third straight year for the OK memorial marathon (where I am optimistic that my sister Judy will be running the 1/2 marathon and, if I can convince her to join us, my cousin Carly).

After taking the month of May off, I want to go back to San Diego because that was an awesome run.

I wouldn't be surprised if another Ironman (or maybe just a 1/2 ironman) will be calling late summer.

All of this to get me ready for the Tahoe Triple in September.

Which, after all that work, I should be able to justify the trip to Hawaii in December for a 26.2 mile run along the beach followed by a relaxing week enjoying a tropical paradise.

And that is how I plan on avoiding the post-race funk.

Unless, of course, someone else has other suggestions.

Tapetum Lucidum and Horse Sh!t

So Saturday morning, I woke up before the ass-crack of dawn, 3:30 am, to be exact, and was out at Shawnee Mission Park before 4:30. Technically, I was breaking park curfew, but I drove right past a park ranger and he didn't seem to care, so neither did I.

Saturday morning, it was cool, but humid. It rained off and on Friday night/Saturday morning and when I started my run at 4:45, it was still raining a little. It felt nice. I ran with my headlamp, although with the rain and fog, it really didn't hlelp light the path much.

My first 7+ miles were pretty much the same route I ran on Wednesday. Up and over Shawnne Mission mountain, except instead of turning around at the summit, I ran down the backside before turning around and running back up it. It added both distance and more hill training.

Running the trails at 4:45 am, alone, was amazing. It was like my own private park. Hell, I could have been running naked and no one would know. Maybe I did streak up Shawnee Mission mountain. I won't lie, the thought did cross my mind. But did I???? Only the animals along the trail and I will know the answer to that.

Speaking of animals, they were all over the place. Did you know most animals, especially nocturnal animals, have this feature in their eyes that help them see at night. Scientifically, it is known as tapetum lucidum. It's purpose is to reflect light back to the retina improving night vision. It is this feature that results in the green glow of the eyes in many species of animals including cats, cows, raccoons and deer (and why is "deer" the plural of deer and not "deers"?). It was pretty amazing experience seeing all those eyes reflecting back at me.

So with the headlamp strapped to my head and the trails to myself, I spent most of the time staring off into the woods making "eye contact" with the numerous animals, both small and large, trying to figure out which eyes belonged to which animals.

In fact, I was so busy looking off into the woods that I didn'l notice the large pile of horse shit in the middle of the trail. You know, the pile I stepped smack-dab in the middle of.

It definitely made for an interesting first 7 miles.

I ran the next 7.5 miles with team. As we started up Shawnee Mission mountain, I pointed out with pride, my footprint in the horse manure.

And I learned something else today

Learning something two days in a row. Wow. This may be some kind of record.

But everyone makes mistakes. And I made a huge one today. One I never plan on repeating.

Around 4:45, I pulled into the Shawnee Mission Park marina parking lot. I absolutely didn't want to run 6 miles today. It was a long day. I had volleyball in 2.5 hours. We were getting a liver tonight and I was going to miss my second volleyball game. I won't be getting home until 5:00 or so Thursday morning. My phone will undoubtedly stert ringing at 6:30 am with people wishing me a happy birthday (because it's my birthday and that's what my friends and family do). I was up all night Monday night working on a liver. I had to work Tuesday b/c some studies had to get done. I am pretty much wiped out - functioning on 8.5 hours of sleep since Monday morning. I am eating m&ms and drinking Dr Pepper as I type this looking for any combination of sugar and caffeine to sustain me for 7+ more hours.

I knew I was in a bad situation today for my run, mentally and physically. I just didn't want to run 6 miles.

So what does my dumb-ass do?

I run hills. Running in the flats would have made too much sense. And because my tired brain wasn't doing math all that well, I wound up doing almost 7 miles. A slow 7, averaging 11:10/mile. But I did go up Shawnee Mission Mountain twice and hit some other hills, just because.

Argh.

Stupid overachieving.

But it gets worse.

As I was changing (in my car), I noticed a hole, about the size of a quarter, on the inner left thigh of my compression shorts.

That was a bad sign.

You see, the muscles in my thighs are huge - and growing stronger by the day. And since I am thankfully not bow-legged, they tend to rub together when I run.

So I wear compression shorts to create a buffer between my thighs. The shorts are very effective at preventing chafing. And since wearing the shorts, I have never had any issues with chafing between my legs. My butt still chafes occasionally, especially when it sweat excessively or if it is raining, but the thighs never do.

So when I noticed the quarter sized hole in the shorts, I should have just driven off. But nope, like the idiot that I am, I still ran.

7 miles.

Over big mountain-sized hills.

Now, there is a quarter-sized spot on my upper inner thigh that is rubbed raw.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

sigh...

Time to hobble back to the lab and play scientist for a while!

I learned something today

I had a 2 mile swim on my schedule today. I normally swim the longer distances in the open water, but was informed last night by Alejandra that the beach at Shawnee Mission Lake was going to be closed today.

So I got to swim at the gym pool today.

But seriously, get this. I made an amazing discovery while swimming today.

Evidently, I burp a lot while I swim.

I know ths only because I had Chipotle for lunch today (no big surprise there). And with the extra spicy salsa to boot.

And for 2 miles today, I was burping up spicy salsa while I swam.

No, that's not a bad thing. Really, what taste would you rather have in your mouth. Is chlorinated, mildly salty pool water a better or worse taste than partially digested Chipotle?

I am seriously thinking about having salsa before any long workout involving a swim.

Two miles in the pool. That is 3520 yards. The pool is 25 yards long. We are talking about 70.5 laps. 141 lengths. I ended up swimming 75 laps. It took me about 1 hour and 15 minutes.

I swam back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.


And no, I never once lost count!

Books and life

I need to start out by admitting that I really don't read many books these days. In fact, I have only read one "new" book, cover to cover, in the past two years. That was Marley and Me.

It's a book about "life and love with the world's worst dog". Now while I think Shiner would give Marley a run for his money in the "worst dog" category, it was an amazing read. Anyone that has ever had a dog (especially a lab) or is thinking about getting a dog, needs to read this book. It will make you laugh, cry and everything in between.

But this isn't about Marley and Me.

This is about the 2nd of three books I have read from cover to cover in the past 2 years. A book that I have read multiple times since childhood and most recently back in May, before Rock and Roll San Diego.

The book is The Phantom Tollbooth.

I was reminded of it today as I was going thru my week-long stack of unread newspapers.

The headline "Books Contain Tollbooth for Tomorrow" caught my eye. Amazingly enough, it was a column about The Phantom Tollbooth. I was surprised to see someone write about this book because I get a lot of blank stares when I mention this as one of my favorites.

It was a hard read as a child, but I got thru it and the underlying messages were hazy, but there.

When I read it for the first time as an adult about 10 years ago, those hazy messages became much more defined.

There is a subtle genious in the way it talks about getting stuck in the doldrums (“Since you got here by not thinking, it seems reasonable to expect that in order to get out, you must start thinking"), risks of jumping to conclusions, making of mistakes and learning from them and much more.

I read this book (or at least applicable parts) when I am in a rut, frustrated, or lose focus. It is amazing how a few words can really get me mentally back on track.

"The way you see things depends a great deal on where you look at them from."

Attitude is SO important to success.

In training.

And life, in general.



Oh.

And since I know you are dying to know.

The third book I have read from cover-to-cover in the past two years is The Giving Tree.

I read that book almost once a month.

Everyone should.

But that blog is for another day.

Seriously, Please!

Someone.

Anyone.

Looking for some help.

At least some relief.

I'm tired of it.

Sick of it.

Annoyed by it.

It's really starting to get old.

Yep, another 3 mile run in 100+ weather.

It was ONLY 103 when I started my run at 5:10 this afternoon.

When is the first day of Fall?

Crank Shafted

Well, the bike is back in the shop.

Again.

On a positive note, the bike has almost been re-assembled. I am pretty sure the guy who assemblend the bike didn’t do a stellar job.

But I finally have a bike mechanic I trust on the job. And we are slowly working out all the issues.

Last night, I took the bike in to get the annoying clicking sound coming from the right pedal addressed. Every rotation, on the down stroke – “click, click, click, click”.

Every freaking time.

There was no sneaking up on anyone in my bike.

You could hear me from miles away.

It got worse on my 100 mile ride last week. Almost to the point when I wanted to scream.

I thought it had something to do with the new pedals b/c the sound became more pronounced when the speed-play pedals were installed.

But no.

Last night, me and the bike mechanic started working through the problems.

Not the shoes

Not the pedals

Not the bearing – although there was an excessive amount of grease built up on the bearing.

Apparently, my bike has a faulty crank shaft. It was loose when there shouldn’t be any give.

So I am going to get a new crank shaft on the bike.

Hopefully that will solve the problem.

We’ll just have to wait and see.

Me, TNT and beer

Evidently, around the TNT circles, there is a association between me and beer.

Now, seriously, I am not sure how or why this association ever got started.

Sure, in the early years of my TNT training, there were a couple (ok, some, no wait, most) of runs I may have been out until 2 or 3 in the morning Friday night.

But damnit, I was there. I never missed a training session because I was out drinking the night before.

Well, there is another member of the KC area TNT circle that started ttraining around the same time I did. And I just found out last Sunday that several of our running mates have been all but taking bets each Saturday for the past two years on which of us would be the most hungover for each training run.

Now, I am not always a competitive person.

But seriously, had I known there was this kind of competition going on, I may have tried a little harder. Stayed out a little later. Had a couple more drinks on Friday night. Because while he maybe much faster than I am out on the trails, I am pretty sure I was the better drinker.

It's such a shame I had to hang up mybeer stein for tri-training.

The next association came from the recruiting meeting Saturday morning. There were two TNT alums speaking at the recruiting meeting, me and Courtney. Well, I also spoke at the meeting where Courtney signed up and she reminded me of this little gem.

I guess that at the recruiting meeting from last January, while stressing how, with the TNT training schedule, you don't have to give up everything to be successful and you don't have to change your lifestyle to be successful, I just may have said something along the line of "Look at me. I have completed 3 marathons following the TNT schedule and the Goofy Challenge in the past year and I still drink beer".

Amazingly enough, they still invite me back to speak at the recruiting meetings.

And for the record, Saturday morning, all of the people that attended the recruiting session signed up.

what a weekend

Whew!

At least it's over almost.

But wow. I think I managed to cram everything under the sun into a weekend.

Since Friday at 2:00, I:

• Rode 100 miles on a bike.
• Helped with a TNT water stop
• Spoke at a TNT recruiting meeting
• Took a nap
• Went on a Pub crawl (a TNT fundraiser)
• Ran14 miles (alone) in the middle of (another) hotter than hell day
• Volunteered at a local boys home
• Attended a volunteer appreciation party
• Gave my dog a bath
• Cleaned my kitchen and bathroom
• And finally, will play in my upcoming kickball game (first pitch 10:00)

When I started realizing what the weekend was looking like, I tried to figure out what I could pass on. And really, I HAD to do everything.

Well, I didn't have to go on the pub crawl, but since I have become sort of the local TNT pub crawl fundraiser advisor, I felt like I should attend and see how this team did. That, plus it was a pub crawl, and when was the last time I missed a good pub crawl.

So anyway, as I write this, yes, I am a little tired. I wll try to detail some of the above events when I a little more alert.

But only after I get some sleep.

So I didn't want to run tonight

Tonight was one of those nights I didn't want to run.

I have had a light week of training since Sunday, probably a good thing coming off Sunday and considering I have a 100 mile bike ride Friday.

But I didn't want to run.

Funy thing is, not wanting to run makes me want to run more.

Huh?

Confused?

Maybe these sorts of things happen only to me.

But for some reason, the times I don't want to train, I often have my best training days.

I run faster.

I bike further.

I swim harder.

And I have fun doing it.

Sadly enough, I was only running three miles, but just didn't want to do it. This, knowing the last time I had JUST a three mile run on my schedule (last Thursday), I rocked. Knocking it out in 28 minutes - that's obscenely fast for me.

Even still, I didn't want to run.

But I get to the trails and took off on my nice, easy, three mile run.

Remember, it is usually the times I don't want to run that I run my best.

Yea.

Whatever.

Not today.

The first mile, I thought to myself "hey, whatever, I am just warming up. I rarely find my rhythm until 10-15 minutes into the run (11:10 mile)

The second mile, I thought to myself, "hey, when is that energy going to kick in" (11:19 mile)

The third mile, the thought was "at least I can sprint the last 1/4 mile and finish respecfully (11:02 mile).

Basically, today I sucked wind the entire way.

Can't explain it.

But it happens - bad training days.

Honestly, my quads were extremely tight today, probably because of my hard, fast paced bike ride last night.

That may have been part of the problem.

Or maybe it was just because I sucked today.

I could go off and make numerous other excuses for why today sucked. But what good will excuses do.

I could complain about this or that and justify my crappy day.

But really, who likes listening to people make excuses for bad days - unless they are salad-induce fecal emergencies or something funny like that.

Because complaining can really get annoying.

And you know, if I AM going to complain, it is going to be in a way that people laugh with (or, more commonly, at) me and my problems. If nothing else, I am going to make sure it is sarcastic so not to be taken too seriously.

Because I don't want you to feel sorry for me. Because honestly, I usually know what I did wrong to cause the problem(s) on any particular day.

I would much rather them to look at me and say "hey, you're an idiot. you know damn well what you did wrong. so fix it. And then get on with your training."

Unless I seriously injure myself.

And then I expect to be pampered.

But only after you laugh at me because whatever it was that I did to hurt myself was probably something that needs to be laughed at.