It’s crazy to think that this time last year, I would have sworn up and down that I was not interested in doing a triathlon. Wasn’t going to happen. Just running for me; I’d likely do an ultra-marathon first. My idea of “swimming” was floating with a drink and while I had gotten myself a new bike, it was for recreational purposes only. Ahem.
I had raced tri relays with my friend Erin once previously and we were lined up for our next race in early July. I enjoyed being at the tri events and taking it all in, cheering on my friends, then crossing the finish line as the team runner. But I always left feeling convinced that it was not for me. It just seemed overwhelming and there was so much “stuff” involved. It was not for me.
But at that race in July (Sydenham Olympic Tri Relay), I started having some funny feelings by the end of the day. I starting thinking that maybe… just maybe… I would like to try this some day. Maybe. Of course, I didn’t say a word and pushed the thought out of my head, assuming it would pass by morning.
But instead, it became more of an urge. There was no shaking it – something had changed. I confessed to hubs and my closest friends, who were all nothing but supportive of course. Next thing I knew I was buying a cap and goggles and hitting the pool, signing up for my first “try-a-tri” and jumping in with both feet. Over a period of less than two months, I went from “never doing a tri” to completing my first one (2nd overall female, I might add). Naturally, I was hooked. I loved every minute – even when I totally ate dirt running up the beach out of the water.
So, here I am eating my words and I must say – they taste great! I am very grateful to awesome friends, both “virtual” and “IRL” (you know who you are) for
harassing encouraging me to “tri” for so long and for helping to show me the ropes once you had me convinced. I honestly had no idea what I was missing and there is no turning back now.