That answer to that question is complicated…
Sometimes I don’t know that answer. Why? Because really, competition scares me. I know that I’ll never win. Much less be in the top 100. But a lot of the time, people ask me why I do race – and I’ll say, it’s the motivation to workout. Or because I’m addicted to the adrenaline.
And – while those answers are both true – I also hate racing. I do. I actually am quite terrified of it. I get anxiety. I sometimes just want to go in the corner of some place and throw up.
But I do them. I first started out with running races – with 5Ks, 10Ks and then longer distances. I’d feel okay as I trained for them. Sometimes I would look forward to the races. And then the night before the race – I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I’d toss and turn all night thinking of all the ways I would fail. And then it’d be the morning of the race and I’d be filled with awful anxiety. But then I’d do the race – run it – and then I’d cross the finish line and I’d be happy. And then I’d say, I’m never doing it again. And then of course I did.
After running in countless races (without winning of course – which was never the point for me anyway) – I started thinking of other things I wanted to do.
And back in 2008 – I thought, how cool would it be if I could do a triathlon. Not that I could really swim (I knew how, but not long distance or properly), and neither have a ridden a bike for a long distance. So, I took the plunge. I signed up for swimming classes – so I knew how to actually swim properly. I got my bike out and started riding it for long distances. And I also continued to run.
And in May of 2009 – I competed in my first Sprint Triathlon – a 750m swim, 18 mile bike and a 5K. I finished in about 2 hours and 20 minutes. I had no idea what to expect. And of course leading up to the race – I was an emotional wreck. I kept asking myself what I was thinking. I was absolutely terrified. And then came the day of the race – it was a beautiful race and then I picked out a spot in the lake where I knew I was going to drown. But… I didn’t drown (obviously) – and I finished the race – in 2 hours and 20 minutes. And when I crossed the line – I was still an emotional wreck -and with my parents watching when I crossed the finish line – I cried like a baby. I couldn’t believe that I did it. This girl who a year previously didn’t really know how to swim – competed in and finished a triathlon.
I did the same triathlon again this year – and improved my time by 5 minutes. I didn’t cry as I crossed the finish line – but I was just as happy. And of course- I said I wouldn’t be doing another triathlon again.
That was in May – and right now – I’m signed up to do 4 triathlons the rest of the fall/winter. 4 TRIATHLONS!!!!
WHAT AM I THINKING????? Why do I like to torture myself?
Of the 4 triathlons I’m doing – 3 of them are relays. I’m not a strong swimmer – so for 3 of the triathlons – I’m only doing the bike and run portion. And then I’ll be doing an Olympic distance triathlon this October – which consists of a .9 mile swim, 24 mile bike and 10K run. And in November, I’m signed up to do a full Ironman triathlon relay – but I’m doing the bike leg – which is a 112 mile bike ride. Say what?
I’m all signed up for it – and I still have freak out sessions – a few times a week.
Again – why do I do triathlons?
And yesterday – part of that question was answered.
I was watching a special on the Kona Hawaii World Championship Ironman – which takes place every year. This special was highlighting the 2009 World Championship.
There’s sometime amazing about an Ironman. It consists of a 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike and then a full marathon (26.2 miles). And this World Championship takes place in Hawaii and is considered one of the most intense courses in the world – hence why the World Championship takes place there.
The special put a spotlight on the elite triathletes- who complete the course in record times – like 7 hours or so – which is so superhuman it is insane. I marvel at their stamina and endurance.
But what really caught my eye – were not the elite athletes- but the everyday people – who put themselves through the training so they can take part in this world class event.
One was a young man – born with a birth defect where he eventually had to amputate his legs. He was competing in the Ironman -and he didn’t even have legs! He wasn’t able to complete the race – because he missed the bike cutoff time by 5 minutes. But he is still a hero in my eyes.
Another was a woman – 56 years old – when 2 years ago – she suffered a stroke and she had to relearn how to walk. And there she was – competing in one of hardest races in the world. And she finished.
Another was a man – 79 years old – who had been doing the Hawaii Ironman for 19 years – and he finished as well.
And as they showed people crossing the finish line – it showed their hard work, their happiness – and how they gave everything of themselves to compete in the race.
Not everyone who started the race was able to finish – but you know what – they still did it. They put in the blood, sweat and tears to just ATTEMPT the race. And regardless of whether they came in first, last or didn’t finish – they did so much more than anyone else could do.
And so, why do I do triathlons? Because I can. Because I’m so lucky to have the advantage of being young, having 2 legs to walk on – and the ability to swim, bike and run. So, why not?
Am I going to set records? No. But I have the personal satisfaction that I can say, “I am a triathlete.”
There are approximately 130,000 registered triathletes in the United States, according to the USA Triathlon organization. And I am one of them.
I will always be terrified when I sign up for a race. I will always be an emotional wreck before the race and probably during the race and even after the race. But I can do it. And I know that a huge part of me is addicted to the high that I feel when I cross the finish line.
Why do I do triathlons – like I tell a lot of people – because I’m partly crazy. Or maybe certifiably insane.