Finishing a Half Ironman Distance Triathlon, August 2012

At one time or another we’ve all dreamed about becoming part of something bigger than us. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had one such dream tucked into the corner of my mind: to complete an Ironman. I can vividly remember when I was a child and stumbling across an hour long special, most likely used to fill slow weekend airtime, of the Ironman World Championships in Hawaii. I was instantly mesmerized. Yes, the race itself was intriguing, but the feelings stirred within me from short segments of each athlete’s unique journey to the Ironman inter spliced between action shots highlighting their grueling determination is what really captivated me. Much like the first time you hear a great song, my heart was not won by the technical magnificence, but by the emotional resonance.
I never became a follower or fan of the sport (my childhood home was rather devoid of the Internet) but I carried that fascination with me into my adolescent and adult years.  However, it was just a dream. Having the resources, let alone the knowledge and athletic capacity, to become an Ironman was so far off from me even beginning to contemplate it. Fast forward to 2012 when I was introduced to CrossFit. Although the physical aspects of CrossFit were helpful, it was the attitude it instilled within me that pulled my tucked away dreams out of the dark. Those simple Monday motivation messages like “nothing worth achieving is ever simple or easy” nudged me closer to the edge of Ironman. I realized that with lofty goals there was ALWAYS going to be some sort of semi-legitimate excuse and that there NEVER was going to be an optimal time to pursue them. But that is exactly what separates those who dream and those who do; finding a way to traverse that seemingly impossible road instead of finding an excuse to take the safer detour. This blog, and the next 364 days, is all about finding a way.



There are no comments posted. Be the first to comment!

Post a Comment