A triathlete again.

I did it, friends! I drank a free beer today! Of course at the cost of finishing my first triathlon in Colorado and with that, my first in four years. I struggled through the swim, as always. That whole washing machine effect kills me. Gets the anxiety up and makes actual swimming a bit of a chore. I started at the very back of the pack, which helps with the anxious factor but not so much the catch up game. I got out of the water feeling strong and super excited to jump on my bike and give the wheels their first real good roll for their money.

Though I loved every second of today’s ride, getting off the bike and onto my feet is ALWAYS my favorite part of the tri, regardless of how great the ride was. I have a thing for running when I’m already beat up and man, I love running folks down who’d been kicking my tri shorts in all morning, otherwise…

Today was quite interesting on my feet, surely being my hardest effort since the calf injury, but man, reeling in whoever I could and cheering on the few who had it to sneak by… I was surely back in my glory.

Today’s finish line was SUCH a pleasure. I am looking SO extremely forward to building on this, re-learning some technique, training more and with that, harder… I have such a positive outlook after today’s go and am just so excited.

Boulder is a beautiful place to race, BBSC puts on a great event, Boulder Beer Co. is amazing for sharing their product and the only other thing that made today such a memorable valuable experience that it couldn’t have been without is, of course, the support of my wonderful girlfriend through this incredible journey and the presence of my new good friend and dare I say it, “training partner”, Luke…

Tri Boulder was a success. And gradual as this journey may be, I’m ecstatic to admit, I am a triathlete again. Here’s to another chapter in this ridiculous book I call, My Life.

 

Remembering the way

Four months ago, I finished my first 50 mile run. After a solid couple weeks of recovery I went for a run and tore my calf. It took a long three months before my leg was any kind of runnable again. In that time, I fell apart. I gained nearly 15 pounds. I stayed in more than I went out. I constantly felt sick to my stomach which ultimately, naturally lead to feeling sick to my mind. When I cannot run, I feel trapped. Claustrophobic. Like I’ve got no options. I was depressed to a level I hadn’t seen before. I went and saw a therapist to talk through some things. It was obvious, medication was a must. That’s when I bought my new bike – In 2012, I had suffered something like 6 or so months with a mangled shin and it was triathlon that kept me alive. Getting in the pool and on the bike, staying off me feet but still finding the means to put all of me into something so rewarding. Triathlon taught me what it was like to be so much more than I thought I could be. Taught me there more options than I ever realized. Triathlon taught me how to be more motivated and disciplined than I ever knew. It had me feeling sharp, inspired, ready to work hard, not just in training, but in life. I’ve never been the fastest out there. Nor have I ever intended to be. The only thing I’ve ever wanted out of training and racing is to know I am out there at any given time being the best I can. When I was at a loss, three months ago, I thought back to a time something else saved me, and it happened again. The swims and rides with good friends, ultimately leading to getting my running legs back and then getting to spend more miles with more good friends. The swim and the bike have made their way back into my life and hopefully this time, for good. Tomorrow I will step to the line of my first triathlon in three years, almost to the month. I promise you I will not be the fastest out there tomorrow and that is okay. The reward in being out there will come simply in just being out there doing the best I can. An extremely valuable reminder that sometimes it takes the lowest of lows to help you find your highest highs.IMG_3108.jpg

Failing at blogging: 743, Me: 0 — Back for another try.

There’s always a time of the year I feel slightly more creative and/or more inspired than the rest of the year. This is usually the time of the year I’ll get a blog or website or photo page of some sort back up and running. Well, it’s that time of the year again.

Lot’s of things are going on and I’m just feeling the itch to share. I’ve picked up triathlon again and well, to say the least, it’s been amazing to remember what it’s like to be so humbled by three such self-bettering, physical, mental and all around difficult disciplines. It’s reminding me what it’s like to HAVE to be sharp. Not just able to wake up, daily and sink into the muscle memory of the mundane life-as-we-know-it routine. Running has always been the moments of my life I’ve been the best me. Lately though,  specifically after finishing my first 50 miler, I’ve been realizing, for something that’s become so second nature to be the number one motivator in my life, I had become a little lost. Not bored, or tired of running, just not feeling very PUSHED in my life outside of running to be any better than just “THERE”…

So here it goes. Another shot at triathlon. Perhaps some duathlon. Let’s not forget keeping ultra running in the not so far off subconscious. A chance to document it all, if not for anyone else to follow, just as another way to put down on “paper” what it does to me this time. Because last time, I DO think it made me the best I’d ever seen myself.

Cheers!