First, I’ve been advised NOT to write this post. That it’s offensive to who we are and what we do. So, here goes…
Carbon everything, Deep Dish Wheel, Disc, Aero helmet, Di2 shifters, power meters, the best and baddest supplies money can buy, and Chris Carmichael as your personal coacyh. You’ve been training like a Spartan for months. Your kids barely even know you are you. Your family thinks you’re crazy. You are on a tear to get a PR. All this for a shot at glory! Right?
Ahem (throat clear), let’s get the picture a little clearer…shall we?
I am a huge proponent of setting goals, developing a plan, and seeing things through. But, now at 35 years wise, a family, and a slew of races under my belt I have to ask myself; what was all the fuss about? What was going on in my head? Why did I take myself so seriously? Who did I think I was…a triathlete? Continue reading