as i sit and write this, my lower body is sore. my thighs, my hips, my butt–not painful, but tight and vaguely achy. in other words, i’m keenly aware of the parts of my body i don’t typically think too much about. but every ache and pain is a reminder of the fact that yesterday, i crossed the finish line and completed my very first duathlon sprint.
i would like to say that i set a personal goal, and trained hard, and challenged myself. but that would be a huge lie. in april, the BFF was like, “hey, you should do this triathlon with me and the husband.” and then, if memory serves, she used guilt in the form of, “remember when i did the rugged maniac with you just because you asked?” and i felt like i didn’t have a choice because she’s right and i did exactly that and that thing was insane and she did it with a smile and no hesitation and ended up getting a concussion because of it so really, i couldn’t say no.
we had grand plans of all of the training we’d do to get ready for it. and with nearly 4 months before the race we had plenty of time. but of course those months slipped by with very little by way of prep work. i went running a grand total of 2x. and unless you count the bike rides i took with the kids, i didn’t do a single thing to prepare for the 22k bike ride.
but i did it anyway. and i’m so proud.
i ran a decent mile (9ish minutes), and if i hadn’t waited nearly an hour for BFF to complete the swimming portion of her race (she did the full triathlon and it took a long while before she was even able to get into the water), i think my overall time wouldn’t have been so abysmal. but regardless, i finished.
i finished a hard ass thing on sunday with virtually no prep work and it was mostly on account of the support of my bestie being next to me and force of will. there were moments of that bike ride, and later during the 5k where i was literally telling myself to keep pedaling, or keep stepping. to just keep moving no matter what. it was physically draining, but on the other side of it–sore lower body and all–i feel like, “i can do hard shit–with support, and once i’ve made it up in my mind to just do it.” and i think i really need to do more of that kind of physically demanding, tough af stuff to remind myself that i’m capable of doing the other tough af stuff in daily life, too.
also, i’m a fan of medals.