So I told myself I need to figure out why I'm training, why I'm racing, why I'm Tri'ing.
|Before my first race. I was terrified!|
|A year later at my first Olympic distance.|
Back in Baltimore, triathlon became a social thing, as well as a challenge. I had friends to train and race with. I pushed myself to do harder races and longer races. It was fun.
|My first Columbia Triathlon.|
|My first Half Full|
|My first 70.3|
So now, back in Seattle, where it all began, I'm in a motivational funk. The social aspect of training and racing is gone, for the moment. But is that reason enough to give up on a sport I once loved? I don't think so. I was alone when I started my triathlon journey. I can do it alone.
What is it I want out of this? Why do I tri? Here's what I've come up with so far:
- To be healthy
- To do something for me
- To be able to eat pancakes without feeling guilty
- To know what it feels like to push myself further than I thought possible
- To get an endorphin rush
- To enjoy a cold beer after a 50 mile bike ride
- To feel the rush of adrenaline when I jump in the water and the horn goes off
- To be a triathlete