On First TRI

A few weeks ago, I participated in my first triathlon.  It was such an enriching experience!

On race day, my emotions varied from misery in the morning (due to nerves finally hitting me) to elation at the finish line (even though I messed up a few times along the way).

I had trained for it so I was fairly confident that I would finish. The only uncertainty was around the craziness of the mass swim and whether I would fall of my bike (I did not get enough road time on my new hybrid bike thanks to our Wisconsin winters).


I lucked out!  I was in the last wave! A little less chaos.  Once I started, I glided through the water from buoy to buoy.  I was relaxed and focused. Before I knew it, the shore was within sight!  I felt a huge victory right there!!


I knew I was going to be one of the slowest but I didn’t expect to be the slowest! 😀.  But I didn’t mind…as long as I didn’t fall of my bike. I am sure the lack of clipless pedals and aerobars played into some of the struggles here. I own clipless pedals now. 😀


I knew I was home free once I got to the run.  I think I got a little complacent though…I forgot my race belt and had to turn back to get it (adding another 0.5 miles…call it getting my money’s worth 😀).

My family cheered me on as I crossed the finish line. Completing the event was rewarding! All the hard work had paid off.  I had overcome so many fears (including falling off my bike). I never gave up.   I had fun with it (even when I messed up).

It was the first time I felt that I could call myself an athlete.  Not an elite  athlete, but an althlete nonetheless!




Fear of the unknown

I woke up this morning with butterflies in my stomach.  I was scheduled for my first 5 mile run with a running group. 

I kept imagining myself crawling across the ‘finish line’ with my tongue hanging out from thirst and saying in the style of daffy duck (for those of you who’ve watched ‘loony tunes’) ,”waaater…waaaater”.  I would then cross the ‘finish line’ and end up sprawled across the ground out of total exhaustion. Not a pretty sight for sure!

Much to my delight, I escaped this type of embarrassing scenario.  😀

It was a beautiful day and a beautiful location and I successfully completed the run in a decent (by my standards) amount of time.  I averaged about 12:45 per mile (😀).  We all have to start somewhere right?

The lake view was definitely an added bonus!


I have to say, I am glad that I don’t have to do 5 miles for another week!  A challenge a week is certainly good enough.  😀


It’s the journey…

…not the destination!  

I guess this statement is applicable to many situations in life.  Spirituality, careers, roadtrips and any task at hand.  

We sometimes worry about the end state and forget to enjoy the little successes or milestones that we experience along the way.

Truthfully, we may not always reach the goal that we originally laid out for ourselves. That is why it is even more important to acknowledge the intermediary steps taken to reach that goal.  This way, if the goal does drift away, we are not as disappointed because we would have had so many celebrations up until that point!  This allows us to quickly shift gears and retry or find a new destination. 😀

So here’s my very early celebration (professional runners, please don’t laugh!)… 

(Pausing to let you recover from your laughter…) Ready?  Okay.

One mile in 10 minutes and 28 seconds.  An improvement by three minutes (within a week and a half)!  

I am comfortably running 4 miles now compared to day one when even 2.5 miles seemed like a challenge. My son was actually able to keep up with me by just walking!

The journey shall continue.  Let’s see what lies ahead. 😀