Monday, August 8, 2011
Seven Is A Lucky Number
But so far, I still can't run farther than half a block. (And, honestly, calling it running is a bit of a stretch.)
Well, well, well. I don't like that voice in my head that tells me I can't do things. So when my friend Jenny wrote on her blog about an upcoming triathlon called TriathaMom and encouraged beginners to give it a shot, I started to think. And that darn voice in my head started to shoot me down every time. It went something like this:
Wow. A triathlon. I wonder if I could do that?
Are you kidding me? You can't run! You haven't ridden a bike in ages! And let's not even get started on the swimming part.
Yeah, I guess. But I looked into this triathlon and it said you could walk the swimming part if you had to because it's in an indoor pool. I can walk in a swimming pool, right?
Wouldn't you feel silly? I mean, walking when everyone around you is swimming? And what about the whole bike thing? You don't even own a bike!
Well, that's true. But ElemenoB does. I could borrow hers. And this triathlon is so low-key that I could just walk the bike if I had to.
Walk a bike for 12 miles? What are you, crazy?!
That does seem kind of crazy, doesn't it. But walking the 5K isn't too crazy.
If you want to just walk the whole thing, what's the point?! Why do it?
Because I like to prove to myself that I can do hard things. That's why. And I don't want to walk every event - but I could if I had to. I would just want to finish. That would be accomplishment enough for me.
So go away, voice in my head. You lose.
You see where this gets me? Now I have to do it. I can't let that negative voice in my head be right. I want to work towards something. I don't want this gimpy leg to control my life. I am going to do this thing. I'm going to run and bike and even put on a swimsuit and get in a pool. I'm going to work like crazy to whip myself into shape to the point where I can at least finish this thing.
TriathaMom? Here I come.