Dear Triathlon Training,
You started as a 'sure, why not' challenge.
You made me get into a pool.
You made me get up at the crack of dawn.
You made me buy a bike.
And a helmet. And shorts with padded butts.
You made me eat. A lot.
You made me paranoid of overly friendly dogs.
You forced me out of my comfort zone.
You made me love running again.
You turned me into an anxious ball of overexercised energy.
You took over my life.
You tested my strength.
You tested my limits.
You made me second guess myself.
You made me prioritize.
You turned my hair into a greasy, natty, mess of chlorine and sweat.
You inflamed my left hip and seriously pissed off my IT bands.
You made me stronger, physically and emotionally.
Swimming taught me to breath.
Biking on hills taught me to push harder and grunt louder.
Running reminded me how free and relaxing a good sweat session can be.
All three have taught me that I can do anything I set my mind to.
This letter may be premature, Triathlon Training as our dance is still a few days away. But I just wanted to say thank you. You got me through a rough patch or two by giving me an outlet and a perspective. You made me smile through the nerves, to work through the hurt, and focus on the positive.
I hope to repay the favor by going confidently and boldly into the water and staying strong throughout. If I panic in the river, wipe out during the ride or walk the entire 6.2 miles,--I will still be proud of the past five months of soreness, sweat, and strength. And grateful for the challenge.
In conclusion, I guess it didn't suck as much as I thought sometimes and all. We're cool.
Thanks and stuff.