Monday, August 18, 2008

breaking in the tri

Every year the alumni from camp come back for a weekend of reminiscing and reveling. Included is the alumni triathalon, a collection of swim, kayak, and run stints. Around a half mile swim, half mile kayak, and 2.6 mile run of fun. Last year I didn't think I was capable of finishing, so at the time I decided that this year I was going to do it. And I did.

Except there was a point in the course where I almost threw up. And then where I almost sat down and stopped. There were moments when I didn't think I could do it. On the back half of the run I couldn't find it to finish. There was to much road, I was to tired, my legs hurt to much, I'd never done anything like this, I wasn't fast enough, I was to fat, a million different things going through my head telling me to stop. What was I doing anyways? Why was I putting myself through this?

About a half mile from the finish I stopped and stopped over, my hands on my knees and tears welling up in my eyes. It wasn't a super hard course. Certainly nothing like what real competitors come across. But I was beat. I'd been had. I'd somehow convinced myself that I was capable when I obviously wasn't. I closed my eyes as tight as I could and took a deep breath. When I opened them again I was staring at my grandpa's dog tag laced into my left shoe. I keep it on my running shoes to remind me to never give up.

Never give up. Even if I came in dead last in the middle of the night I should not give up. I reached down and tapped the tag with my finger, giving the old man a hello but I'm sure he was right there pushing me down the road. I stood up, pushed my shoulders back, and started my way down through camp towards the pier.

I cried when I broke the make-shift toilet paper tape, I cried when I went back to the house to change. I cried when I realized what I'd done. I'd almost given in to that voice in my head, the one that's kept me back, the one that's acted out of fear. But in a horrendous moment of physical weakness I'd mustered what courage I had left in me to ignore that voice and press forward.

Today I'm proud of myself for shutting off that switch and listening to the tiniest glimmer that I could do it. I can see the pride in my eyes when I think about it, know that I may have been at the back, but I am one step closer to shutting up that voice in my head that's been saying 'I can't'.

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Parting Words Of Wisdom

"The fear of rejection really kind of stunts your growth as a person. I mean, it's like a friend of mine says, who cares if you fail? Who cares if you fail? It's like babies try to get up and walk all the time and they keep falling down. If we just gave up, we'd all be crawling around." — John Rzeznik
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