The distance you travel is relative
Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate,
We’re leaving this afternoon for my final triathlon of the summer down in Guntersville, AL. I’ve done the Mt. Lakes Triathlon many times over the years since my first time in 2002. Back then it was my just my 3rd triathlon ever.
I remember how uncertain I felt about it back then. It was my first open water swim triathlon. 600 yards in open water seemed so far. When we arrived in Guntersville I looked across the lake and followed the buoys with my eyes from the swim entrance to it’s exit down the shore.
I had never covered that much distance in open water.
I wasn’t sure I could do it.
But I did, of course.
And now, looking back, 600 yards in a lake seems like nothing. It’s less than my typical warm up these days.
I tell people all the time that triathlon and it’s distances are relative. 10 miles on a bike becomes 20 and then 30 and then 56 and then 112. One stroke, pedal turn, or step at a time.
You just keep moving. Adding a little to what you’re capable of each day. Not letting fear of 600 yards hold you back from where you’re going.
Life is relative to where you’ve been and where you’re headed.
Just like triathlon.
This year I’m under-prepared. I haven’t trained consistently the last few months. Chances are this won’t be my best effort. But I’ve covered this distance many times.
I know I’ll consider that first time in 2002 when I dive into Lake Guntersville tomorrow morning. I’m grateful that life can build you up through it’s challenges instead of just tearing you down.
I love you,