After my nightmarish experience at the Galena Triathlon, you might think I’m crazy for contuining to train towards Steelhead 70.3. Sometimes I question it all, too. When I’m planning my weekends around 4-hour workouts and falling asleep while writing a blog post at 8:00 pm, I wonder if it’s all worth it.
Forward is a pace. It’s easy to lose sight of that, but it’s true. At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter if I set a personal record or run a 45-minute 5k. The ability to be this active, to learn from my mistakes, to push my limits and take on big challenges is a gift. It’s a hobby. I am not Kara Goucher, Deena Kastor, or Chrissie Wellington. I’m just a girl who really likes the way I feel after a challenging run or a good swim, and most especially loves the satisfaction of crossing that finish line.