Yesterday I was re-reading my race report from Vineman 70.3 – my first half-Iron race last July (Boise will be my 2nd).
It’s funny how much perspectives change with time. I don’t even remember wanting to quit triathlon - much less repeatedly - during the run! I was so happy just to finish and pleased with my time – I have speedy friends now and it doesn’t feel so fast! My goals mostly involved surviving, with a nebulous overall time goal attached – next week I have more specific goals for each leg (I’d like to improve my swim time, I’d like to run the entire run leg instead of walking, etc) but the idea is the same:
Survive, learn, and try to have fun.
Really, isn’t that sort of what we’re all after, to some extent?
Of course there will be moments in this process that are not fun and moments that hurt. I just hope I still connect getting through those tough times with the joy of what I’m seeing my body become capable of. (Kind of a “hurts so good” thought process)
1 week to go, and the beers are starting to look irresistible. I actually lost track of what Jeff was saying last night, I was staring at his beverage so lustfully.