When the call came on that cold December day I joke that I must have been eating a cookie because why else would I agree to swim 500 M, ride 12.4 miles, and run 3.1 miles?
Let's start off with saying this - I don't know how to swim, in fact I hate being in water. There is nothing worse in the world to me than being cold and wet. I haven't ridden my bike in so long the tires were rotted out and it was still holding the baby carrier. Mind you my "baby" is 15. And well this is no ancient chinese secret I hate to run. So, a tri was well, right up my alley!!!
So for almost 7 months I procrastinated. I was asked on occasion if I had worked on my training and pretty much the answer was no. I am constantly asked "aren't you worried at ALL about the swim?"
And here is my answer, I'm not. I don't know why I'm not afraid. But I'm not -at all! I am almost worried myself now that I'm not worried! I have been asked so many times if I'm worried that I'm starting to worry that I'm not worried! How crazy is that?
My thinking (whether rational or not) goes something like this:
- There is nothing I cannot do - as long as I am willing to try - then it can and will be done.
So, as with most of my other issues in life I will forge forward and see what is in store for me. I can't wait to share my feelings, thoughts, and experiences with all of you after the actual event.
I will NEVER let FEAR = "False Evidence Appearing Real" take the forefront in my life. I will gladly step in front of it and shut the door in its face.