Posted: Thursday, April 23, 2009
It all started back in 2000 when my "friend" at the time Nancie challenged a group of 8 co-workers to do a triathlon. Most of us had never heard that word, so we really did not know what we where about to sign up for. Knowing that she was very athletic and competitive, we all accepted.
With 8 weeks to train for this event, I took her as my mentor and training partner. I swam my first 25 yards in a pool ever. Needles to say, my swim was going to be my worst problem, but I could tackle it. Long story short, race day is upon us and we are all excited to take on this challenge and win.
The wave goes off, and I am thinking I am super human. I jump in the lake and start sprinting. I am thinking to myself, hey that is very cool I am winning the race, only to know that after 100 meters I have completely ran out of gas and am now being passed by absolutely everyone.
Not only that, but I notice that I have to start swimming using swim styles that I had never encountered before. For example the underwater "drowning" style, where you are basically all under water until you come up for air and then you go back down. Backstroke, breaststroke, doggy paddle, one side arm, no arm, no kick, you named it I tried it. It was a long way to go for that 1/4 mile, but hey I made it. I came out of the water probably in last place seeing black and white dots.
Next, I moved on to the bike. This is my “strength.”
I had purchased a $40 double shock bike from Costco. I was going up the hill and all I could hear was the bike shifting up and down from shock to shock, basically not going anywhere. I am being passed by everyone, including one person that I will never forget for the simple fact that he had a tickle me Elmo on his handlebars with a horn and was honking it to everyone and blowing past us as if we where standing still.
Anyways my strength ended up being a survival ordeal, but again I made it to the transition.
Now it was time for the run. What can possibly go wrong on the run? Well if you have board shorts and basketball shoes, a lot of things can go wrong. Especially if you don't know what body glide is. Needles to say I finished the race. I don't think I was dead last but I know that our friend and challenger Nancie had just slaughtered the entire group by at least 45 minutes.....
Turn to 2009 and I have married my then "friend" Nancie, have started a triathlon club that is now 65 strong and going on its third year. The Coyotes Triathlon & Bike Club, Inc. with many top 10 finishes including last years team competition. We have made Wildflower our favorite club race and this year we are 24 strong. This is our biggest group ever to date, and will continue to grow and support the event that almost claimed my life. As for me, I have become a lifelong triathlete. I am an ambassador for the sport and my focus now is to try and promote the sport as much as I can and encourage people that they can achieve this great accomplishment and not in such a painful way as I did.
I have placed top 10 in my age group in the Wildflower Mountain bike Division, Olympic division and now am focused on doing the same in the Long Course.
This is my absolute favorite race and can't wait to keep racing this race until my body won't let me any more, 10 years and counting.