A change is happening. It’s not happening as quickly as I’d like to see, but I feel butterflies waiting to emerge. It’s akin to how I felt back in 2004 after completing first triathlon. The excuses I’ve used the past two years are gone. I’m a dad, now deal with it and move on. There’s no reason I should be letting parenthood get in the way, if anything it should create motivation.
Sure there are some x-factors making training more difficult such as work and my training partner being in the Peace Corps, but there are many others who are able to manage this workload and train on their own. There’s no reason I can’t step it up and make that happen for myself.
Monday morning I will run a half marathon. This half marathon is sort of sentimental to me since I will be pounding the pavement on streets where I used to ride bikes as a youth. Five years ago this was my first sporting event after registering for Ironman Canada 2006. I was fresh off a trip to Canada to watch the Ironman and lo and behold I signed up for the damn thing. The adrenaline was pumping September 2005 when I ran 13.1 miles faster than I ever have before.
Perhaps I don’t chat about my athletic pursuits much anymore because I’m ashamed of how inactive I’ve become the past few years. I figure there’s no time like the present to correct this and shed a few pounds. While I will never be a professional triathlete or runner, there’s something incredibly rewarding about completing a triathlon or run. The sense of accomplishment is etched in your mind. I can still recall the euphoria of finishing my first half marathon in a driving November rain storm. It’s these memories I miss and will achieve going forward. I ask you to keep me honest folks. Don’t cut me any slack as I come out of retirement for only the 18th time since September of 2006.