Today I picked up a pen, viewed my goals for 2014, and checked off "Triathlon". Don't get excited, it wasn't an Ironman or a Forest Gump trek, but I finished... check (bicep flex). The morning was cold, and I awkwardly found myself wearing triathlon tights and a swim cap- waiting to jump into a frigid undisturbed lake- with hundreds of strangers (why am I here again?). The swim went well. I was very relaxed, took my time, and made an extra effort to hug the outside, avoiding the chaos. According to my pre-race intel, biking was the easiest leg... I respectfully reject that theory.
Although, I was riding my friend's Schwinn bike. Yeah, that's it... that's the sole reason younger AND older men AND women were passing me... 100% the reason. The run was next. By this point, I was in a zone- just cruising. I had plenty of gas left in the tank, physically and mentally. Step, inhale, step, exhale, finish line... done, I'm starving. My reward was a Buzz brew's feast with my wife.... followed by a four hour nap. I'm hooked... Half Ironman?... challenge accepted.