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Letter from the Editor
It was a cool Texas morning
two summers ago. 128
Women in pink swim caps
stood at the edge of Lake Ray
Roberts listening to last
minute instructions from a
man in a white polo shirt and
khaki shorts. A few hundred
other people stood nearby,
taking pictures and flashing
thumbs up signs.
two summers ago. 128
Women in pink swim caps
stood at the edge of Lake Ray
Roberts listening to last
minute instructions from a
man in a white polo shirt and
khaki shorts. A few hundred
other people stood nearby,
taking pictures and flashing
thumbs up signs.
Just as the sun began to appear over the horizon, the gun went off and I
started my first triathlon. I swam as hard as I could, not thinking about
saving my legs for the bike. Then rode as fast as possible without a
thought of the run I was about to begin. Needless to say, I walked a good
portion of the 5K that concluded this sprint triathlon.
About an hour and 40 minutes later when I could see the finish shoot
through the trees, I took off in a dead sprint. The feeling of
accomplishment after the finish was indescribable. I placed 89th overall
and despite my competitive nature, couldn’t care less. I had done what I
never thought I could do.
Then I got this crazy idea. Ironman Coeur d’Alene registration opened up
that next morning and I signed up.
Me, the girl who had never even run a 5K without walking, the girl who
had just bought her first bike, and only done a sprint tri in her whopping 3
day of triathlon experience. I had one year to prepare for a 2.4 mile swim,
a 112 mile bike, and a 26.2 mile run. What had I gotten myself into?
Then, one year later, I crossed the finish line at my first Ironman. I had
made it through the training. All the three hour runs, the six hour bike
rides, and the 5am trips to the pool. I made some amazing new friends at
races, on my tri team, even online. Most importantly, I learned a lot about
what I was capable of doing.
Triathlon has away of doing that to people. We are brought together into
our little club of crazy people who swim, bike and run... all in one day
(gasp)! I love being a part of this community. I love sharing this bond of
similar experiences, goals, ups and downs.
started my first triathlon. I swam as hard as I could, not thinking about
saving my legs for the bike. Then rode as fast as possible without a
thought of the run I was about to begin. Needless to say, I walked a good
portion of the 5K that concluded this sprint triathlon.
About an hour and 40 minutes later when I could see the finish shoot
through the trees, I took off in a dead sprint. The feeling of
accomplishment after the finish was indescribable. I placed 89th overall
and despite my competitive nature, couldn’t care less. I had done what I
never thought I could do.
Then I got this crazy idea. Ironman Coeur d’Alene registration opened up
that next morning and I signed up.
Me, the girl who had never even run a 5K without walking, the girl who
had just bought her first bike, and only done a sprint tri in her whopping 3
day of triathlon experience. I had one year to prepare for a 2.4 mile swim,
a 112 mile bike, and a 26.2 mile run. What had I gotten myself into?
Then, one year later, I crossed the finish line at my first Ironman. I had
made it through the training. All the three hour runs, the six hour bike
rides, and the 5am trips to the pool. I made some amazing new friends at
races, on my tri team, even online. Most importantly, I learned a lot about
what I was capable of doing.
Triathlon has away of doing that to people. We are brought together into
our little club of crazy people who swim, bike and run... all in one day
(gasp)! I love being a part of this community. I love sharing this bond of
similar experiences, goals, ups and downs.
Issue 1, March 2008
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