Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Tri for Rachel

One thing you should know about me is that God did not grace me with coordination or the slightest bit of athleticism. To be frank, I'm a wimp and hate pushing myself to the point of discomfort. Torture for me in highschool was having to run (let's be honest..walk) the mile. Nonetheless, I'm doing my 2nd sprint triathlon this Sunday. Crazy...yes!

I have my mom and my friend Lauren to blame for all of this. Working out used to mean going to the gym, doing my 30 minutes on the elliptical and calling it a day. I didn't even break a sweat and got to watch some "classy" tv. Then, my mom started telling me that she was running 5Ks...and running them well. My mom? A runner? Ok, if she can do it, I can too! So, I started doing the couch to 5K plan. After 10 weeks, I was running 30 minutes, then all of a sudden out of nowhere, I ran 4 miles two days in a row. I have yet to do that since but still, I was capable of being a runner ...even if just a fair-weather one! I ran my first 5K last October with my mom. I was feeling good about life, but then my friend Lauren decided at the beginning of the year that we should do a triathlon. I was pretty sure she had fallen off her rocker. Did she know who she was talking to? And, didn't that tri-thing mean you have to swim and bike? I still had my purple Trek from middle school and swimming meant the frog swim (yes, I am 26 and do the frog swim). I told Marc that night about Lauren's insane idea but he was into it. Next thing I know, we have a 12-week plan to help us accomplish our first sprint tri, we have road bikes, we're wearing spandex, and we're either running, swimming and biking every day. I even had a heart rate monitor. This was feeling very foreign...who was this girl! And, I was stressed. What if I drown (to calm this fear I purchased a hot pink swim cap so they could find me in the bottom of the pool)? What if I can't make it? All of the what if's started clouding my head and nerves were all I had the morning of the race. After 2.5 hours of sweat, some tears, and lots of pep talks (some in my head and some out loud), I crossed the finish line. Not only was I a runner (somewhat) but now I was a triathlete. After sobbing incoherently in the car because I have no idea why (another thing you'll learn about me is that I'm neurotic and emotional), I turned to Marc and said, "So when are we signing up for the next race?"
Julie, Me and Lauren after our first sprint tri!
This Sunday marks the 2nd race and this time, I'm more excited than nervous. For one, I'm doing a relay with my friend Julie (aka Speedy on the bike). The bike makes me cuss so I was happy to release that burden. I'll be frog-swimming it and running it! Secondly, this race is in memory of my friend Rachel. Marc and I were blessed to have the opportunity to meet Rachel through our small group about a year-and-a-half ago. You can read all of her story here, but in short, she lost her battle to cervical cancer in July. She was an amazing young lady, mother, and wife - and I'm so grateful that I had the opportunity to get to know her. I am so proud to do Tri to Beat Cancer Triathalon in her memory.

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