Racking my newest, sweetest toy in the early hours of the morning.
The goal.
The swim.
The bike.
The run.
The very satisfied TRIATHLETE ;)
Little more than a month ago, I updated with news that I had begun participating in 5ks. And while happy with my new-found sport, I think somewhere inside I was longing for a greater challenge. See, I have this bucket list. It includes things like; skydive, eco-tour South America, become a published writer, learn to appreciate the fabulous writing style that is Herman Melville-- in particular, Moby Dick (ugh, how I struggled with that little gem) and many other wonderful things that make my heart beat a little faster. One of the I'll-get-to-it-one-day items included the simple phrase, push your body to it's limit.
Option A: become a contortionist. Option B: become a triathlete.
Fortunately for me I have wonderfully talented friends-- friends that are motivating and encouraging and make the cutest children. One is an Ironman, the other is his wife (who is no less impressive). Neither, to my knowledge, are contortionists.
Thanks to them, I've sweated my way into enough shape to compete in my first triathlon (with a chest cold...sorry about the snotty jellyfish trailing behind me in the pool). :o
Between the Dream Team and Big Daddy, (side note to BD: if it weren't for your constant and unwavering support, none of this fabulousness would exist. I love you) it appears nearly anything is possible.
Between the Dream Team and Big Daddy, (side note to BD: if it weren't for your constant and unwavering support, none of this fabulousness would exist. I love you) it appears nearly anything is possible.
So now I'm a baby triathlete (since it was just a sprint triathlon), but one day I hope to be a big triathlete, maybe-- dare I say--even and IronGirl. Until then, I'll happily swim, bike and run, content in having lined through item #6.
