I have been trying to find the right way to put my thoughts and feelings down. A week and a half ago, I completed my first sprint triathlon. It was not my best swim, it was my first time riding more than a handful of miles on my new road bike, and most certainly not my best run. But, when as I ran down the chute and crossed the finish line, something changed. I felt more accomplished in this one race, than if I combined all of my other races together.
For the first time, I felt something inside of me telling me that I could do better. I could go farther and faster. I could transition more efficiently. When I finish any other race, I feel happy to be done and content with whatever time I receive. I am not a competitive person by nature, and running has never sparked that desire inside me. It only took one single sprint triathlon to make me want to improve all three sports.
I was not athletic growing up. In fact, I had asthma and avoided running at nearly all costs. I have never been able to do a single pull up, and I have been overweight for the past 10 years. I figured I would struggle through one sprint tri and return to my recreational running.
Something is different. I know I am going to complete more tri’s. I know I am going to enter (and hopefully complete) a half Ironman (70.3) and am concerned that I may attempt a full Ironman someday as well.
I want to push myself and see what I can do, what I can accomplish. How far can I train my body and mind? Ultras have never sounded appealing to me, but I have now signed up for my first full marathon, with plans of competing in Arizona 70.3 in 2016. I have never felt more sure of something. I know I will improve my open water swim and be able to swim 1.2 miles. I know I will be able to push myself farther and faster on my bike, and ride 56 miles. And, after all that, I will somehow run a half marathon.
And who knows? Maybe I will double it all for a full Ironman someday.