Mary Eggers


Five weeks

Five weeks from yesterday I will arrive in Galveston, and I can already feel the sun on my back as I ride that bike course. I can already see the ocean surround me. I can already feel the hugs of friends I haven’t seen in so long.

I can already feel some of those starting line butterflies. What a gift. Before I stepped away from the sport that feeling, those butterflies, they had vanished. The butterflies mean I care. As my Dad always told me as an age group swimmer, we put the butterflies into formation, and we let them fly.

My preparation for this race has gone well. I have no delusions of smashing some insane time out of the gate, and to be very honest, my care about how a finishing time and placing is of no matter to me right now. The process is what I am craving and the preparation is what I am enjoying. The outcome will take care of itself, and it will be what it will be. I want to feel all of it again.

I used to be hyper-obsessed with training volume. These days I couldn’t even tell you what my weekly volume is. When I started working with Jen and Liz my vow to myself and to them was trust. I know both of them, and that made it so much easier to hand myself to them and say, have at it.

I only focus on what I have to do each day. As I said I don’t look at the weekly volume. Hell I don’t even look at Friday until Thursday. If I am missing something, they tell me. If I need to dial something in, they tell me. All I need to do is focus on the sessions for each day, and my bigger job is the recovery, which is where I lacked so badly before this chapter.

I used to be the queen of little sleep and pressing the pedal to the metal 100% of the time. These days, sleep is the first thing that is scheduled into my week. Other recovery modalities such as naps, recovery boots, functional movement sessions, that’s next into the schedule. Then training. I’ve paid the deep price for depriving myself of recovery and I swore I would never do it again.

It’s not as easy as it sounds, it’s required stopping myself, turning most social media off, and maintaining a lot of tunnel vision. Anyone can post a pretty photo of a bike session on social media, but I am interested in what happens on the race course.

I have always been an athlete. When I transitioned from college swimming to adult life multisport drew me in (thank god) while hanging up speedos became the norm for others. I never stopped being an athlete. I found family and love here in the multisport world. I don’t have an inspiring “I lost 200 pounds” or “I quit smoking” story. I have stepped away from my sport as a competitor due to drilling myself into the ground, but I remained as a coach and commentator. This has always been my home and I suspect it always will be.

My peer group….. athletes. When I travel it’s typically to a race or for a race. I don’t know what it is like to have close friends who wouldn’t think twice about a hundred mile ride on any given Saturday.

I have been truly blessed. I don’t have to explain all of this to anyone. I don’t have to justify it. It’s my life and as I look back…. holy hell what a beautiful ride it has been. And now to have the incredible fortune to get to look ahead and create new chapters of it, I have to pinch myself.

As I put in the work to begin the season I have welcomed every trainer session done in the garage. I have embraced every pool sessionĀ and loved every opportunity to run. I have loved this journey with my coaches thus far, and I have loved the feeling of being back in the game again. Not every day is sunshine and balloons. In fact, most days are not. But I find the joy in those moments. I truly do. I know that when I am busting my ass and just missing those intervals by a mile, that it’s all going to be worth it.

The other day when my swimming was just so off, it was comical. I told my husband “It isn’t important that it shows up today, it’s important July 22nd”. Because that’s true.

Don’t personalize every damn interval. Don’t let the good days or bad days shake you either way. They are all part of such an incredible process. Let the process be the process. Control the controllables. Learn to lean into it. Learn to trust your team and most importantly, learn to trust yourself.

Five weeks. #SuperG….. it’s almost GO TIME!



Thank you for your kindness and especially for allowing me to open the dialogue in my last post. If I broke my arm, it would be easier to share, and in most cases more readily accepted. But not a broken soul. I am here to promise you that there is help out there, and if you look hard enough, there are people who care. I have only struggled with this a few times in my life. I am fortunate it didn’t last long and that by reaching out, I was able to find my way out of it. I hope it’s that doable for me every time it shows up.

For many others, it isn’t that simple. I want to have a three-step process to help you, but I don’t. But know this, while I can’t fix it, you aren’t alone. There are places you can reach out to for help.

The advent of technology is bringing help closer. Our health care system is not set up for quick help. It’s a process that lasts hours if not years to get connected to the right kinds of help. There is an online resource called “Talk Space”. Click here to learn about it. I have referred a few people to it, and they report back that it was worth sending the text or the email. I can’t personally fix the system we live in, but resources like this are a great start.

Again, thank you for allowing me to share my story. This is an important dialogue that we need to continue.

The spring semester has begun, I am back to teaching and back to work in Pediatric Emergency. Surrounding myself with the best of the best in both of those arenas, has always been what has helped me through any difficult time. Working with nursing students is one of the best things I have ever been fortunate to do.

My father taught me long ago, the best way to help ourselves is to put ourselves in the service of others. For me, it’s the best medicine. It truly draws you out of yourself. I learn so much from every person I get to have contact with each day.

Training is going well. As I said last week it’s amazing to be back in the swing of things under the guidance of two amazing coaches. Having this to work towards again has truly allowed me to dream again. I have to stop myself from drifting towards dreaming about next season, as this one hasn’t begun yet.

Every day I feel a bit stronger. Every day I feel like more progress has been made. If not physically on a given day, then mentally, hands down. Progress is made. I am curious about what will happen this season and my approach towards all of this is the healthiest it’s ever been.

I have gone through times when I cooked myself, and as you know that resulted in some very serious health issues. Not this time. I am into living these days and making every day memorable in one way or another whether it’s life, sport, work.

Treat every day as if it were a gift and it will feel that way. Even the rough days. If spilling coffee all over our student’s homework is the worst thing that happens today, we are having a good day. Lean on the people in your inner circle and even those in your outer ones. Give as much as you can to the world becasue it will give back to you tenfold. But don’t do it for what you get back. Do it because you know as well as I do, giving of yourself, giving of your time, giving your love (whether it’s friendship or more) is the greatest gift you can give anyone.

And we are here to lift one another up.

At the end of the day it is a beautiful thing to know that you took the time to shine a light into someone else’s heart. However small that light is. And you don’t do it because you want something back. You don’t do it becasue you want recognition. You do it because seeing them smile, seeing them stand taller, seeing them take their own step forward…. that is life’s true gift. I promise you that.

So thank you for shining your light into my heart. Thank you for giving me the space to share my story and to show you that we are not alone in all of this. That we do this together. That no one has it all together, where the hell is the fun in that anyways?

This week I challenge you to shine some light onto someone else. Tell me how it makes you feel to see that person smile a little brighter.