A peek into my athletic history reveals that I probably was meant to be a triathlete all along.
I took my first steps on my 1st birthday.
I was a natural water rat.
And I loved Big Wheel bike rides.
I got distracted, like every preschool girl, with ballet.
Then I tried T-ball (which later turned into softball).
And I survived a few seasons of soccer somewhere in between.
I was good at approximately NONE of these things. So it was back to swimming.
I was always comfortable in the water. And there was just something about being called up to that block…
And then — THE RUNNING.
A pep talk from Coach carried us to a 3rd place finish at state. I think I was 7th overall that year.
I loved my team (almost) as much as I loved the running itself. Sweaty friends FTW.
Track wasn’t so bad either — I killed my fair share of 1600m and 3200m races over three seasons.
Apparently my coaches never warned me about heel striking. Sigh. I still love them anyway.
Add in a lot of hard work for some kickass cycling skillz, and here I am today:
An Ironman — 24 years in the making.
Meant to be? You decide.