Chasing a Moment
So, during my race the other day, I had a lot of time to think. People often ask me what I think about while racing, especially during the long runs. It varies, I think about a lot of things, but during this particular race, I thought about why I race. I love triathlon, it’s fun, challenging, scary, an adrenalin rush, and it makes me test my limits. I find it a very interesting balance of preparedness and living in the moment. We spend so much time training, planning, preparing and generally working so hard for these races and then once you get there, it’s the ultimate living in the moment experience. When I’m racing, I feel so alive. From the sound of the starter horn, to the chill in the water, to the pack of other excited athletes all around me, to the aching in my legs while struggling up a big hill, to the beads of sweat traveling down my body, I am 100 percent in the moment. And once that moment is over, there is another moment to make the most of, and that new moment is all encompassing. Triathlon, to me, is stringing together a series of perfect and imperfect moments to make one amazing event. And when it’s over, all I want to do is whatever it takes to be stronger and faster for the next race. That is why I race. I race for the non-stop adrenalin, and the feeling like I might either die or conquer the world, once I make it to the top of the next hill. Triathletes are also some of the funniest, most insane (in a good way) people I’ve ever met. It’s nice to be surrounded by people who don’t look at you like you’re crazy when you talk about how much you train. Obviously there’s a few duds in the group, but that’s just the nature of human beings. During a race, you can always count on endless support and camaraderie from your fellow athletes. At the end of the day, I think we understand eachother, and that we are all chasing the same string of perfectly flawed moments that make this sport so amazing.