My Story
Every day, I'm thankful for the gift of triathlon
Shriek, shriek, shriek. The 4:30 a.m. alarm catapults me from the deepest regions of sleep. For an instant I am not sure what day it is or why the alarm clock is screaming at me. Ugh! It sinks in.
At 36, with two kids and a more than full-time career, people who don’t know me will often ask, “Why the Ironman? Why torture your body for hours for just a finisher’s medal and a box to mark off your bucket list?”
The tags were off and the feet were through the legs. With a jump I hiked the jeans up over my torso and buttoned up the crotch. They fit. I felt like I was in high school all over again.
I would like to share my story in hopes that it could possibly provide some inspiration and hope to those out there contemplating triathlon or those just getting started and feeling discouraged that anything is possible.
Since we were children my parents have always taught us to be charitable to others and to give back to our community. Little did I know that this life lesson would introduce me to a sport I have come to love while providing me the comfort of a lasting memory with my father. Two gifts, I will cherish for the rest of my life.
April 1, 2014, was my first runner-versary. A year ago I had never run for fun a day in my life. I couldn’t even run around the block without thinking I was going to die. Now that seems like forever ago. Since that first “run” I have run over 400 miles and have raced in a 5k, 8k, 10k, half of a half marathon and two triathlons. It has been fun to look back on the last year and remember where I was, what I’ve become and where I still need to go.
March 1990 – Carlsbad 5000. One of my best friends was a runner. He had done a number of marathons. As a former high school athlete, who was a pretty good skier and golfer, I decided to give running a try.
I arrived in Cozumel on Thursday, Nov. 28, a week after learning I would have no roommate and be racing an Ironman with zero support on site. The flight, shuttle and ferry went smoothly, so I was in good spirits. Friday arrived and I was excited to pick up my bike. It had been two weeks since I’d seen her.