I entered the world of triathlon back in the summer of 2006. This entry was not graceful and perhaps not even willful but seemingly necessary. So how did it all begin?
May 2005, I went way for a few days without the love of my life, aka “my husband”. I received a call one of these days on the road to hear my love excitedly state he had decided to run a 5k. To some this would seem normal enough but my love had never run, had often denounced it and certainly had not ever expressed any interest in competing, or completing, any type of race. The 5k he had decided to run was happening the next day, Revlon Race for the Cure 2005, Times Square.
My love did in fact complete the race and though he didn’t necessarily enjoy the process he did enjoy the party at the finish line. So much so he decided to go home and enter the lottery for the NYC Marathon. I returned home Sunday night to hear all of this and simply look at this strange man wondering what had happened to my husband. A few weeks later he got notice that his name was drawn for the marathon, let the training begin!
Fast Forward:
July 2009, It is almost 4 weeks past the completion of my husband’s first (yes I have come to accept it is only the first) Ironman, we now have a child and are constantly juggling work, family and training trying to make it all work. Is it better to run together or separately? What are the best days to do our long rides? How often and how long can we drag our two year old along for this tri ride? Will I ever get better at swimming?
These are only a few of the questions we face on a daily basis as we try to fit it all in. Why do we do this? Because if you can’t beat em (Steve), join em (me). At this stage in our life there seems no option, if we are going to be happy, healthy individuals and a happy, healthy family we “gotta tri”!