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After some incredible encouragement from the most wonderful man ever put on this Earth, my mom, and my sister...
*drum roll please*

I decided to sign up for the Philadelphia marathon.

Can I do it? Yes.
Dumb idea? Of course.
Will I get injured? Most definitely.
Will it hurt? Without a doubt.
Has that ever stopped me? Ha.

Racing is my thing. I can't describe it...it's not what I do, it's who I am. If I can't race, I lose my passion, my thing that gets me going through everything else. I live for the starting line and train for the finish line. When I'm not actually training, I guarantee I'm thinking about training.
It makes up 95% of what Chris and I talk about on a daily basis - which would bore most people out of their minds. I think that's one of the reasons we get along so ridiculously well, because we're two of the few people in the world who can sit around for hours on end discussing the pros and cons of forefoot running, or what angle your arms should be at for optimal energy conservation, or whether your toes should be pointed straight ahead or slightly in when you cycle, or what type of seed and oil combination is best for Omega fatty acid intake.
Or do a sprint triathlon on one day just to cycle 126 miles - the length of Cape Cod and back - the next...just because we can. Just because it's there.
I suppose when you're one of the few people in the world who genuinely have a passion for this lifestyle, you have a certain obligation to partake in everything that it has to offer. It's not JUST racing a triathlon, it's everything that comes along with it. It's the strong will that comes along with the long training days followed by work and school and studying. It's called endurance - enduring everything that life has to offer, on and off the course.
Triathlon has not just taught me how to want something so bad I'll sacrifice anything to get to it, it taught me how to save enough energy for the long run, how to mentally and physically enjoy pushing myself beyond what I thought my limits were, it taught me how to be fully present and focused in everything I'm participating in. It taught me how to appreciate the struggle, not just the finish.
And I guess that's just about as close as I'll get to describing how I feel about triathlons.

love love love,
me

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  1. I am so excited for you! This is a great post...totally pinpoints it all :) when is the race?

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