As I sit in the airport, reflecting on the weekend, it’s amazing the friendships that can be formed, and the outlook changed in a matter of 3 days. These are my people. We come from different backgrounds – professionally, experience, skill, financial, etc – but to come together for a love of sport and seeking a healthier lifestyle. This is what a team looks like.
And a team we became again this weekend. We strengthened bonds between each other and formed new ones. We learned a lot during different clinics and even more when we had downtime on the deck or at the brew pub. Everyone got what they needed out of camp. Some people grew as people from a new experience being out of their comfort zones, others pushed their sportz skill limits and found new boundaries to dance on, some found their love of sport again.
This is why we come to camp. To dedicate a weekend to ourselves. Yes our sport can be inherently selfish, all that time spent on swimming, biking, running and the space between our ears. But we get together with like minded people to share our love of triathlon. It makes us better people overall. We learn to challenge ourselves, to continue to push out of our comfort zones.
Triathlon helps us figure out what to do when things get hard. Do you toss your bike down the side of the road after another flat? Do you grit it out and change your tire? What about when your legs don’t want to move and your stomach doesn’t want food anymore on the run? Do you stop because that’s the easier way? Or do you keep moving forward and find a way to make it happen? How dedicated are you to your goal?
These are the questions that we face in everyday life. We search for a purpose and a passion, and how much we dedicate to pursuing that passion is in our daily decisions. How are you setting yourself up to be successful?
As I sit and ponder that question, I know that I’m currently burning the candle on both ends and that I can’t keep doing this for long. There are some tough decisions ahead of me, but I will attack them with the same vigor that I attacked the Lake Placid bike course this weekend: one hill at a time.