A couple of years ago, I wish someone would have told me that sometimes the risks worth taking are the ones that you’re afraid of the most. They are the risks that make you doubt yourself, shy away from the uncomfortable and you scurry away back to your comfy safe zone.
I found myself telling other people this, but not heeding any of my own advice. What a hypocrite. What the hell was stopping me from doing what I’ve talked about since the beginning? I had to take a hard look at myself and just admit it: I was afraid of failure, inexperience and all-consuming embarrassment. I realized that I can’t wait for the perfect time, or when I’m “experienced” enough — it’s never going to happen. It was the sad truth.
After swallowing that pill, and multiple discussions with Chicken Face, my family, coaches, and now even work, I’ve decided that enough is enough. Now was the time.
On November 18, 2012, I will swim 2.4 miles, bike 112 miles and run 26.2 miles at Ironman Arizona.
Gulp – Today is Day One.