So you say you want to be a triathlete…
Those of you that know me well understand my love for running. I’ve been doing it for 18+ years, and have always found it to be my safety, my comfort, and my de-stressor. Last year I found that racing was a little less exciting than it used to be, and decided to spread my wings, step out of my comfort zone, and do something radical. I signed up for a triathlon.
Swimming is one of those things most learned to do at a young age, and for me it brings back memories of an ice-cold pool in South Dakota. I have always been able to swim because of the years of lessons, however never considered myself a swimmer. This would all have to change if I wanted to fulfill my new goal of becoming a triathlete, and I knew it would not be an easy task. I was surprised to find swimming a calming, almost a meditative way to start my day. Did I train enough in the pool? Maybe. Should I have done some open water training? Most definitely.
I purchased a road bike last summer, and found biking to be mildly scary due to the crazy Arizona drivers. Becoming involved with the local biking community has been an eye-opening experience, as I have changed my own driving habits due to the emotions I have experienced on my bike. Arizona can be a wonderful place for bikers as long as we all remain aware of the presence of bikes on the roadways!
In March, there was a women’s only triathlon held in Chandler, with the swim taking place in a pool. Tri for the Cure seemed to be a good starting point for me, and I had a wonderful experience! Meeting so many women competing for the first time was refreshing, and built confidence for us all before we began. I began questioning why I waited so long to try this….it was actually fun! Little did I know how different swimming in open water is, and how much more challenging it can be for triathletes.
Jump ahead to this past weekend, May 7. Red Rock Co. hosted a sprint/olympic race, and I was fairly confident even though I had yet to swim in open water. It can’t be so bad, right? Wrong. Treading water waiting for the horn to sound is a very nerve wracking experience, and I spent the majority of my swim trying not drown. The remainder of the race flew by without a problem, but I left feeling quite humbled by the amazing athletes around me. The sport of triathlon is certainly filled with incredible people, and I’m proud to count myself among them.





