As we left off yesterday, getting started is the key to success. If you never start, then there is no finish. Fortunately, after procrastinating for some time I signed up for my first ever triathlon event. It was a Sprint Triathlon, which consisted of a 0.3-mile swim, 13-mile bike, and a 3.1-mile run in Sarasota, Florida.
Now that I was signed up and committed, financially and by announcing the news to my friends there was no turning back. I could swim pretty well so I was not concerned about the swim and because I ran quite often and road my trail bike about 10 miles a few times a week, my confidence was somewhat elevated. That would be short lived once the race started.
So, here I was a few weeks out from race day, and I had no idea about what I was about to get myself into. For one, my preparation consisted of a five-mile run twice a week, and a 10-mile bike ride twice a week. No swimming, eating whatever I wanted, and poor hydration. This would prove to be a learning experience and that was about the extent of it.
On race day, I and another buddy of mine headed out to Sarasota, Florida at 3am to make sure we arrived in time to complete check in, look over the swim course and place our bikes in the racks for the race. I forgot to mention we both rented bikes to use during the race with little time familiarizing ourselves with them. Just another rookie mistake. The bikes fit neither of us as far as sit height or handlebar position. This too would prove to be interesting and an experience.
When the race started, we hit the water for the swim by age group. Just let me say my physic looked nothing like many of the athlete’s, who I was racing against. Needless to say, I was a little intimidated, until I looked into the crowd of guys, I would be swimming with and considered myself middle of the road in physical appearance. Still, I knew I would be working on my physic as soon as I got back home, diet and exercise.
Well, the race started and I finished the swim middle of the pack. I then hurried to retrieve my bike and off I went. The bike course was a little hilly at times, but remember these are hills in Southwest, Florida, which means nobody else even noticed what I call hills. Another words, I wasn’t even 7 miles in and I was getting tired. Actually, as I neared the end of the bike course one of the volunteers asked me if I was ok. I must have looked exhausted, but I responded I was ok and made my way to the run course.
Once on the run course, I began to run and was passed by this lady who was extremely large. I tried to catch her but there was no way. I couldn’t believe it! For those watching, they must have gotten some delight as she passed me, and I attempted to catch her. Anyway, I did complete the run, or should I say the walk and run, thus completing my first triathlon event.
Realizing if I wanted to compete and complete another event my preparation, training, hydration, and diet were going to need to improve. I’m glad I got started, because you have to start somewhere. I jumped in and never looked back to where I eventually completed Ironman Wisconsin, and I must say what an adventure! There was a cost to pay, like time, not being understood when I chose training over going out with friends, eating differently, and my self-esteem improving race after race. Remember to always count the cost for any dream or endeavor because it will cost you something.
In closing, the life of a triathlete shaped my life from the beginning to even today. There were ups and downs, mountains and challenges, victories and defeats but they were worth it, but at times very costly. A horrific bike accident while training followed by cancer was tough but there is just something about being an Ironman! You become a believer, in yourself, others, and God. “You believe all things are possible to them who believe.” So, was it worth it? You better belief it, the disaster in my life lead to physical, emotional, spiritual, and economic growth.
Hope you find some encouragement from reading this post…. and go for your dream…. Start now!