January of this year I was contacted through Speed Skating Mom by an interesting man named Jeff Chong.
Jeff had clearly done his homework reading my blog (Hi Sharon: I hope this note finds you well and having had an enjoyable holiday season with Speed Skating Husband, Speed Skating Son No. 1 and Son No. 2. ) and wasn’t above flattery (I admire people who undertake initiatives and projects that are not exactly traditional; and are more inspired by the heart and passion).
Jeff was launching an Olympic distance Triathlon in Toronto and he wanted me to represent. Fo shizzle.
Actually, he wanted me to train and do the Triathlon. We had a few conversations but it didn’t happen because I was away on vacation the date of the Tri. Also, the simple truth is I just wasn’t prepared to train for a triathlon. I had been concentrating on speed skating and running a triathlon wasn’t something I felt I wanted to do. A girl’s gotta go with her gut instincts, ya know?
I kinda wrote it off as a door closed because I had to follow my heart. But two things happened.
1) I went to dryland training over the summer and it taught me I could push my body way further than I ever gave myself credit for.
2) Jeff Chong is an extremely persistent man.
In early October I received another email from him. For the record, the man is an extremely good flatterer…er…er.
Long story, short…next July 21 I’m going to be racing in the Toronto Triathlon Festival. The Toronto Triathlon Festival is going to pay for my training and any equipment I need – apparently my 14-year-old bike with only one gear because I’ve left it out in the rain too many times just won’t cut it. Also, I need a wet suit. I seem to be attracted to sports where one has to wear full body lycra.
I’m going to train to run the Sprint distance which is 750 m swim, 20k bike ride and a 5k run with the added caveat that if I feel the training is going well I may actually do the full triathlon.
I think, actually no, I know, it’s doable but I’m still a bit worried about the swimming portion. I haven’t been actual swimming swimming, since I was a kid. I’m more of a floater now. Usually with some sort of drink in my hand.
So that’s it. Next year I’ll be a triathlete. One who drinks wine because Jeff said that’s okay. It’s important to get the crucial issues out of the way straight off the bat.
And you know I’m going to be trying to convince some of you to join me, right?
p.s. My husband can’t get over the irony of this because he lives with me and knows how lazy I am.
p.p.s. Jeff is probably in disbelief that I quoted an email from last year because, yes, I DO keep everything. He has no idea what he’s up against.
p.p.p.s. Photo credit goes to @gavmartell who not only took an amazing floaty picture but was able to survive a weekend away with floaty women.