I am so excited for my friends.
At one point, I’d hoped to race with them. I even joined the crew for a few training swims.
I made noises about committing to training; researched the gear I’d need to finish the three legs of a very challenging course. Thought about how amazing I’d feel if I were able to cross this particular triathlon distance off my fitness bucket list.
But I think I always knew. It wasn’t the right race for me. Not the right time, and not the right way to jump in.
Blogging and making friends with your blends (blog friends) is a positive form of peer pressure, but it’s a double-edged sword. (Remember “Sorry I’m Not Sorry?”) I feel like I came up short, and I have to remind myself today that had I chosen to take part in the race, there’s a lot I would have given up.
I would have sacrificed energy for some major projects that I’m proud to be leading at work. I would have given up the scarce amount of time I have with my husband. I would have abandoned Body Pump, Dance Trance and yoga, and all of those things fulfill me.
I would have pushed my body to its limits at a time when I need to nurture and indulge it. And I think that’s the one that finally got to me. I have some major non-fitness goals that I’m working on, and I’m focused on that right now.
There are plenty of years ahead for training for the elusive half Ironman distance, and I will do it someday. Just not now.
So today, I’m hoping that Meghann, Kelly and Ben race their hearts out, not only for themselves, but for all of us at home who wish that we could be pounding it out in Augusta.
Also, good luck to @catmelnyk and @AMLemus, who are also racing, and to @DaniDillard who is cheering everyone on! And more fond wishes to @healthyashley, who had planned on competing today, until her horrific bike crash.