This whole “sign up for an Ironman without ever doing a triathlon” thing may conjure up certain feelings, but one that continues to play a role whenever something new pops up is that of pure fear. Or maybe it’s pure nervousness. Whatever it is, it’s a combination that leaves me with a slightly nauseous feeling as I embark on the unknown.
This Sunday is probably the biggest jump yet, thereby meaning that I may or may not be silently freaking out. I’m participating in the South Bay International Duathlon. 10k run, 40k bike, 5k run.
I signed up for this race as I thought it would be a good intro race into triathlon sports, plus, I had a 50 percent off coupon code. Saving money makes me too giddy sometimes and it must have clouded my rationality.
“But Page, you’ve completed all of those distances no problem!” you say?
Yes, but putting them all together and add a sport that includes so many things I’ve yet to learn (including changing a flat) and I start to go into paranoia mode. To add to the craziness, I know I’m not going to demolish any bike records, but I’m nervous about my running as my fitness has decreased as I focus on other sports. Breathe, breathe, breathe…
At this exact moment, I have no idea what my strategy will be. Pacing? Fueling? Coach Paul, if you are reading this, please expect an email from me later today.
If there is one thing that I do know it’s that I’m most likely going to go into this entire “race” with a “one event at a time” mentality, and will most likely not racing it all. Instead, I’m going to take it nice and easy. I want to use this time to get my body acquainted with multi-sport events, try out my first official transitions, and really, to demolish my fears.
I’ve never been bungee jumping but I suppose all of these “first” are a little bit like it. You freak the hell out, questioning you sanity and ability, but once you step over the ledge, you commit and you’re in. That seems to be exactly what’s happening with me as well. I complain like a small child and proclaim my fears on the blog, but once I man-up, wait wait, woman-up, and just take the leap, everything will soon fall in place. It’s just a matter of being brave enough to make the leap.
Oh, and if you’re going to be there, look for me in the pirate jersey. It’s the one of two jerseys I own, so naturally it is arrrrrrrrrguably the best choice. I can’t believe I just went there.
So here’s to firsts and making those scary leaps. I’ll report back soon.