Lesson 334 – I am not a chicken (although at times I felt like one)

This weekend I proved to all that I am no chicken (even though I love the dears as members of our own family).

Not only did I participate in a local (greater Nashua YMCA/CPTE) triathlon but I finished it. Here is a photo of a very relieved me finishing the race.

For those of you who have not had the experience of doing a tri this is basically how one goes:

You stand on the dock getting ready to get in the water and you think to yourself “I can’t do this.”

Then the whistle blows and you start your swim and you think “Maybe I can.”

About halfway through the swim you think to yourself “I can’t do this.”

Then you see the swim finish line and you think “Maybe I can.”

You get on your bike while still trying to get your breath back from the swim. 16 miles are ahead of you, you think “I can’t do this.”

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Surviving a triathlon – even when they said you wouldn’t

Sometimes you have to give credit where credit is due.

Yesterday I participated in a sprint triathlon.

Let me just put it out there, it wasn’t pretty.

I wore a fat-kid-at-the-beach tee shirt during the swim, mostly because I didn’t have the right tri outfit. You’re just not going to find me in one of those hi-tech wet suits, I fear that once on, the darn thing would never come off.

Due to some shoulder problems, I did the breast-stroke for the entire 1/3 mile swim. I was looking throughout the previous waves and knew that I was the ONLY one doing breast-stroke but you know what? It was enough to get me around those buoys to the finish of the swim (and apparently it was enough to keep me ahead of the snapping turtles that had been spotted in the lake the day before – pretty strong incentive to swim as quickly as I possibly could)