On September 21, 2014, I did something that only a small percentage of the population can say they’ve done. I did a triathlon. I finished. I am a triathlete.
It is tough to train for a triathlon when you’re just south of 300 pounds. But I DID IT.
I have never, ever, ever been an athlete. I was picked last for all the sports. I’ve never run fast…heck, I wasn’t even that good in potato sack races.
Back in the spring, my Weight Watchers leader brought up the idea of doing the Ramblin Rose sprint triathlon. She’d done it before.
The RR is a women’s only event. She said it was empowering, and ladies of all shapes, sizes, and ages participate.
Here is part of what I told her I could do at the time, back in March:
It takes me 15-20 to do a mile on the elliptical and I do anywhere from 3 to 5 miles on a recumbent bike right now. I’m a good swimmer, but our pool is pretty cold right now.
What I didn’t realize at the time, was I couldn’t even make it to the top of my street…which is .2 miles long on the bike…and it took me a whole lot longer on asphalt than that elliptical time. And, I wasn’t sure how many laps I’d need to do in my pool, but after 3 or 4, I was exhausted (turns out, it’s 20). Once she said she felt I could do it, I still wasn’t happy until I got the ok from my dr. I felt sure he’d tell me I was too heavy to do it safely. No such luck.
So, determination, grit, and some tears later…I feel more empowered that I ever have in my life. I wish I could put into words what it felt like to cross that finish line. What it still feels like. It is a high, an accomplishment so big I can’t describe. I am a triathlete now, and no one can ever take that away. It makes me want to do more, be more, achieve more, succeed more.