Is it just me, or is November 6th the biggest race day ever?! It seemed like everyone I knew was out there busting their butt at some sort of race. For all of you that conquered NYC, Fresno, the US Half, trail races and more – a big congratulations to you all!
I also wanted to say thank you for all of your encouraging words on my big reveal post – it means a tremendous amount to me, even if that does mean I’m going to the alleged “dark side” (as some of you like to call it…eh hem…Katie…eh hem).
But the question remains: why do a triathlon?
Me circa 2004.
I need to go home and rummage through my mom’s photos to find the other old tri pics.
Well, top secret folks, but I actually did a handful of triathlons in college. But ask me my time, PRs, anything technical and I couldn’t tell you. I merely did a few sprint triathlons and an Olympic distance triathlon to finish. I was an AWFUL swimmer, terrified of cycling downhill (on the mountain bike that I borrowed) and who knows what the hell I was thinking during the run. I think I got some AG awards, but that was out of pure numbers – not too many 18-year-old were doing my small town triathlons.
But this time around it’s different.
I am proud of every single one of my running goals that I’ve achieved. I’m pumped that I can run marathons, I’m proud that I ran the Boston marathon, I’m honored and humbled that I was able to do Boston to Big Sur, and I’m excited to continue checking other running goals off of my list. However, I’ve never been one to settle and I’m always looking for the next adventure.
I think it’s this quest for “what’s next” and looking for the next adventure that is the secret to personal growth. As most of us know, rarely do we run one marathon then hang up our hats. Instead, it’s like an obsession that keeps growing. Wow, if I can run 26.2 miles, I wonder if I can run it faster. I wonder if I can PR. I wonder if I can BQ. Always pushing ourselves to see what we’re made of, what we can accomplish and utilizing every single gift the folks upstairs gave us.
Then, it’s the opportunity to improve. There’s nothing better than looking back at where you came from and where you are now. I can look back at the time when I could barely run to the stop sign that was a quarter of a mile from my parent’s house without gasping for air. I can look back at high school track when the distance coach didn’t give a damn about me because I was in the back of the pack. I can now look back and smile, and I’m hoping to do the same with swimming and biking.
And finally, I would be lying if I didn’t include the big goal: an IronMan. It’s been on my bucket list for as long as I can remember and, well, you have to start somewhere. I can’t wait to finish one for my dad someday – but that’s a different story.
So there you have it folks. Just the tip of the iceberg as to why I’m dabbling in triathlons. I’ll save my sappy sob stories for some other time, but I’m just excited to push myself and grow in my quest for the next adventure.