Push yourself to the limit. Fight through fatigue and pain. Don’t give up, keep going, don’t stop, persevere. Race against the clock. Race against the guy in front of you. Swim through the pack, take a foot to the face, swallow some lake water, keep swimming. Reach, pull, breathe, kick. Reach, pull, breathe, kick. Feel your body propel itself through the water.
Find solid ground, ditch the wetsuit, and grab the bike. Go, go, go. Feel your thighs burn. Relish the pain if that’s possible. Conquer a hill, then another. Up and down, your legs are pistons, chewing up mile after mile.
Jump off the bike. Refuse to wobble. Run through the bricks! Running muscles engage. Biking muscles relax. Find your rhythm. Press on, one foot in front of the other. Will yourself forward. The finish line is in sight. Adrenaline surges. Pace quickens; nothing can stop you from achieving your goals.
At the finish line, pain morphs into joy. Struggle melts into happiness; perseverance transforms into exhilaration, and the trickle of hope that’s kept you going flows into an ocean of satisfaction.
I love the character-making crucible of sport. I prize the joy and satisfaction of attempting the impossible, battling, failing, hurting, overcoming, and winning.
It turns out my son does, too, and that’s really cool.
Enjoy the highlight video of my 15-year-old crushing his first-ever Triathlon.
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Video is at the bottom of the article
It didn’t seem to open to the video? Maybe I’m doing something wrong, lol.