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FranklyStein: My first tri might be my last

triathlon1I did a triathlon last weekend.

I thought it would be easy but it wasn’t. It was one the of harder things I’ve done recently.

The swim had me a little concerned ahead of time, but I’ve been biking and running for years, so I thought that part would be a breeze. As it turned out, the swim wasn’t so bad but the bike was hard and the run just about killed me.

It was a sprint triathlon—a .6 mile swim, 17 mile bike and 3 mile run. Each by itself I can do hands down, and maybe all three wouldn’t have been so tough if I’d taken a more leisurely pace. But it was a “race,” and I’m slightly competitive by nature.

I started off slowly because swimming isn’t my forte. In order to avoid the panicky drowning feeling, I paced myself. But once I was out of the water, I was full speed ahead. I sprinted to my bike, changed my shirt, threw on my shoes and was off.

Biking is my favorite sport, so I expected to cruise by anyone who might have beaten me on the swim. But I was a little more wrung out than I expected and the biking didn’t come as easily as I thought. I was particularly incensed when a woman on a clunky mountain bike passed me early on in the ride and when a woman 10 years older than me breezed by me in the last mile. (For some reason, racers have to write their age in black indelible marker on the their calf.)

I pushed on nonetheless, testing the limits of my legs and lungs and wondering the whole ride if I’d be able to run after I got off the bike. The answer was yes but not very well. My husband was waiting at the start of the run and ran along side me for a bit to get me going. I felt miserable. I never realized just how long three miles could be and for the first time ever, I had to walk up the hills. I never walk up hills. I love hills.

As I trudged along, I thought about all the people who told me I’d be addicted to triathlons once I’d finished one. They are crazy I thought. There was no way I’d do this again.triathlon3

My thoughts also returned again and again to a runner friend of mine who is having open-heart surgery this week. No matter how hard I was struggling, I knew that she was going to go through much worse. Just thinking about her got me through.

When I crossed the finish line, I didn’t feel a huge sense of accomplishment or pride in myself. I just felt totally depleted and relieved that it was over. And after a soda, a bag of salt and vinegar chips, a shower and a nap, I felt close to human again.

Now that my first tri is behind me, I’m considering the possibility of maybe doing another in Rocky Gap in the fall. Or maybe not.





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FranklyStein is a blog by Chesapeake Family Magazine editor Betsy Stein who lives in Catonsville with her husband, Chris, and four children, Maggie, 13, Lilly, 11, Adam, 11, and Jonah, 7.

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