Never say never.
I was one of those guys who said I’d never do a triathlon. I grew up in the eighties when triathlon was just getting popular. I loved athletics and played Division I volleyball in college, but when NBC sports televised the annual Kona Ironman race, I told myself, “Amazing. Inspiring. Good for them.”
Watching the surging maelstrom of a couple thousand swimmers clobber each other like salmon fighting upstream was not my idea how I’d like to spend my weekend mornings. Coffee and the morning paper were much more relaxing and safer. I wasn’t going to drown in my coffee.
[L]ast January, I shared that one of my 2012 goals was to train and complete in the multisport world of triathlon. I’ve been a runner for years, but as you might have read in my earlier post, Learning to Swim, my swimming skills were less than adequate for triathlon competitions. After several years of being tired of going to the gym and the inspiration of my good friend, Scott Rigsby (the first below-the-knee double amputee to complete the Ironman World Championship in Kona) I decided I needed a new challenge to push me mentally, physically and spiritually. Whether or not you consider yourself an athlete, an artist, a follower of Christ, or someone who is just interested in living well, there are plenty of things triathlons can teach you about life. Read on…
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I never thought learning to swim would be this difficult. And after a couple swimming lessons in the past week, I never thought swimming could be this easy. Wait a minute, you’re saying (for those who know me), “You’re forty-seven years old and you’re just learning to swim? Well, yes and no. If you’ve followed this blog, you’ve probably read a few posts about my Ironman triathlete friend, Scott Rigsby. After being with Scott last October for the 2011 Ford Ironman, watching the world’s greatest athletes compete in one of the world’s most challenging endurance races, and getting to be a part of Scott’s team, I finally threw in the towel (some pun intended) and made it my 2012 goal to do a triathlon. And after the past two months in the pool, I’ve wondered, “What have I got myself into?”
What would you do if you lost both your legs? If I was an amputee, I don’t think becoming a triathlete would be at the top of my list. (Let alone competing in the Ford Ironman World Championship in Kona, Hawaii.) Losing my legs would be unthinkable and competing in triathlons would require unthinkable courage. And strength. And perseverance. And an extremely high tolerance for pain.