Well then I’d say you are too. It’s just something you know.
The first time I expressed interest (about 2 years ago), it was a false start. I talked about it a little bit – even found one I wanted to do – and did a few “brick workouts” just to prove to myself that I was capable. But then I never registered.
Then in January 2014, the interest resurfaced. And this time I signed up.
I spent the next few months logging slow splits in my Nikes and chasing some fast friends around on bikes. I never so much as dipped a toe in a pool, and my only time spent in the ocean was to recover from sunbathing.
Don’t get me wrong… I was fit… But training wasn’t very specific to triathlon. I was still mostly focused on abs.
Race day came along, and I was pretty much freaking out. I babbled about how nervous I was until I couldn’t even listen to myself talk anymore. And anyone who knows me understands that I have a terribly high threshold for hearing my own voice.
Waiting at the edge of the water, I said to myself, “I’m so nervous,” probably another two or ten times. And finally it was my turn to dive in. So I ran in as deep as I could, then just started swimming. Next thing I knew, I was toweling off my sandy feet and clipping into my pedals.
Somewhere along the sandy bike loop I felt a smile creep over my face, and as I mashed my pedals to the next transition, it didn’t uncurl for a second. I jumped off the bike, switched shoes, and just started running.
And in 1:26:06.7 I went from “I’m so nervous!” to “wow that was awesome.”
Now I’m in love… or maybe addicted… and looking forward to a full season of sprint triathlon. My goal this year? To win.