I’ve never done a triathlon before, but I can swim more than a mile, bike 56 miles and run a half marathon, so I figure I can do a half ironman this year.
Usually, I’m more cautious about my goals, but ever since I concocted the idea last June I just feel like throwing caution out the window and going for it. I spent a lot of time in 2016 being quiet and passive and understanding, and I’m sick of it. Although 2016 was an immensely transformative year, it’s time for the next step. It’s time to be aggressive and loud and tough and gritty.
It’s time to believe in myself, to not coddle myself because I think I don’t have enough energy. The time of scarcity is over. I’m a smart and experienced athlete; I can do this.
So I’m planning on doing a half ironman in September.
Know what else?
I’m gunning for PRs in the 5K and 10K and marathon. Because why the hell not? I want to. For a while, I believe I’ve been holding myself back out of fear of not being able to reach my goals and fear of being able to reach them and not go any further. Fuck that.
It’s time to get ugly and rage with joy in my heart and laughter for the fears.