My close friend, Gen had lost her mother to breast cancer.
Her way to commemorate her mother? She did a triathlon for breast cancer research.
Triathlons. What were they again?
A swim. I like
swimming. Those days, splashing about in the pool were pretty fun. I can fanangle that.
A bike ride. I’ve only been on a bike twice in my life, once when I was in grade school. It was a neighbor’s bike. The second time was in my university
days, when I rode a borrowed bike about campus. I think I can do that.
A run. I do that already.
I’ll give it a whirl.
It was July 2008 when I started swimming in the beginner lane. I did my first sprint triathlon (0.47 mi swim, 12 mi bike and 3.1 mi run) in December of that year. Nine months later, I did my first 70.3 Ironman. It took me 8 hours and 9 minutes to finish. And I came in, one of the very last people to cross that finish line, to the hugs of my friends who were also crying with me.
You put so much of your heart and soul into a thing like that and so much so that it can’t be about winning. I have nothing to prove to anyone.