If you had told me one year ago that I would have completed a triathlon, I probably would have thrown a drink in your face and gone back to the fridge to refill my glass of Kim.
But this weekend, in Sydenham Ontario, I crossed the finished line of the Sprint Triathlon at 1:45 :42s. A full 15 minutes faster than the time I had set for myself.
When our paths crossed at Moksha Yoga, I had zero intentions of joining Giselle and Kerry (other local moms) on their triathlon adventure. But as we shared some gruesome runs up Marlowe, and hydrated our post-swim bodies with beers at Honey Martins, I realized that there was no reason for me NOT to register for this event. We were all more or less at the same fitness level and had fun together their confidence made me realize that surely I could finish it too. Being with these girls really forced me to let go of my inner Control Freak and concentrate on the journey rather than the end result- which in the thick of some rough patches, was exactly what I needed.
I’ve always believed that I sucked at sports. That I wasn’t fast, or agile or graceful. I blame those stupid Participaction events we had in elementary school- but I’ll leave those embarrassing details for another post. We convince ourselves of certain truths like “I suck at writing” or “I’m no good at sewing”, for a whole bunch of reasons. But when you start questioning those truths, you realize that while you may not excel at those things, you might enjoy doing them. And you might meet new people, or discover a side of yourself that you didn’t know existed, heck you might inspire your kids or friends to do something crazy.
Disclaimer: I am not a fast runner, nor a particularly strong swimmer and I’m a real goof on a bike. I’m a Back of the Pack kinda girl, but the emotions I felt throughout the day showed me that you don’t ever need to be the best, you just need to have fun doing it. And when it’s not fun anymore, you should probably stop, open a bottle of Kim and ponder your next adventure.