With all that has happened the past few weeks, I think it is safe to say that I have been a little scatter-brained lately. So I only just realized, that my Triathlon is this weekend. (*oops!*)
Yep, Sunday I am supposed to race a Sprint Triathlon. Sunday, as in 3 days from now.
I forgot entirely about this race. Which means I have also forgotten entirely about my training. Obviously the last few weeks have not been great in terms of training. And with all of focus going toward my upcoming Marathon I have forgotten all about the other 2 disciplines. It has been over a month since I have been on the bike. And it has been just as long since I have been in the pool. Combine all of that with my recent tummy troubles, and my new struggle to get my heart and my head back into the game... and I think it is safe to say that I am not exactly expecting big things on Sunday.
I gave some serious thought to pulling out of this event.
But this is my therapy. This is how I heal.
For me the sweat is cleansing. The pain is cathartic. It is where I work out my frustrations. It is where I find my purpose. And my body's ability to endure, becomes the physical manifestation of my spirit's strength.
So on Sunday I will race. I will line up with all of the other women competing this weekend. I will Swim 750 meters. I will Bike 20 kilometers. I will Run 5 kilometres. And I will cross the finish line.
I will cross the finish line knowing he is watching, that he is smiling, and that this is what he would want.
So let's do this. On Sunday I will leave all my grief, all my tears, and all my sadness out on the course. This one is for Dad.
Love your Favourite Darwinian Fail,