I Tri, You Try

It was yet another suggestion brought forth by a friend that I nonchalantly agreed to do. I was asked to do a triathlon... sprint triathlon. Swimming in a lake was the only thing that remotely intimidated me, and that was in the slightest way. I have life experience that your mind is one of the most powerful things... and I firmly believe you can do absolutely anything you set it to do. Give me something sporty outdoors that involves getting my heart rate in elevation and I'm all about it. The tune of the word "triathlon" has a scare to it I have noticed to most people. It is really only an uplifting process to get to one amazing day. I lost a bitty portion of my backside, which is the only thing I don't look forward to when trimming for something. My broad shoulders became more defined and my back so ever toned to make up for it. As aesthetically pleasing it may be... far more better than this was that it just felt good training to get here.

The swim. I've done it before as a child. In fact, there is some picture of me in those days somewhere wearing a bright red lipstick posing in my swim team suit. How I love the water... with every deep breath, every stretch, and every strength in pull to manufacture a phenomenal swimmers high. I still wore my makeup and lip gloss on the big day. To me it's not about the look but how it makes me feel... and that is strong, beautiful and bold. I woke up even earlier to incorporate this. Open water swimming has much variation compared to my lap swimming I trained in. I started to swim off course a few times. Got elbowed in the nose once. Completely swam over someone, twice. But I did it... and without a gain of some lake acquired infection.

The bike. I lost my swimmer's ear plugs in the transition. I found my bike and properly prepared transition area at ease because my babies made a special sign for me:

Thank you, dear loves of my life. I hung it on my aisle where I came right to and put my shoes, belt, glasses and helmet on. I rearranged my hair running along the way out of the water as I flicked off my cap, shook it out and threw it back up. I am a corner junkie on the bike. With every change of scenery came a burst of cycling energy. This was the most lengthy portion of the whole deal. I could feel a slight mid-race fatigue during this and popped a sugary shot block into my mouth. It felt sinfully good to pass people... until I would get passed.

The run. Coming off the bike my legs felt unsteady and too heavy to be pounding on the ground. I swiftly walked my bike back and took off my helmet and glasses in exchange for my visor. This is where the shot block came back to haunt me. I developed a gut twisting cramp... a deep one I knew wasn't going to go away. I ran through it, not at the speed I could without this nuisance of course. As I saw the finish I didn't even care and flared my speed, cramp and all winded. It felt so accomplishing at the cross. Your in like a 20 second isolated haze at this point full of indulgent thoughts as people are trying to drag you back to reality and get your timing chip to medal you. The most powering thing was to look at my phone after and see the time. I didn't really want to time myself since this was my first. I was settling for happiness in completion under two hours. Seeing that my time was under that at 1:43, it satisfied my competitive side. The only things I would do differently would be to pack a snickers, stretch more and have my boys there.

The Sergeant and Benny trained with me in the water. Those breathing patterns in a swim really help Stink with his asthma. I was in the water with them as babies teaching them to swim up to this point. It was their turn now. I found a kid's duathlon nearby with a short swim and run race. We arrived early to watch the adults and stretch. I saw one lady with her lipstick and makeup on and I just had to comment on how I admired that. She gave me an unnecessary explanation as to why, but I listened politely as I already knew. My muffins were excited, but it was far more satisfying for me as a parent to watch them belt this through. Benny got 2nd place in his age group and the Sergeant 1st of course.  I don't know how accurate that is but what I do know is that they did their best and had fun... which is mom's only requirements.

A big thank you to one of my dearly loved and favorite physicians, my anesthesiologist and co-triathlete for this recommend. We are all excited for many more to come!!