Total Body Fitness
You thought you were bad ass doing aerobics and lifting weights but now things are about to get real. You’re going to swim/bike/run/cross-train for this triathlon and work your body harder than it’s ever worked and become seriously fit in the process.
Your Body Will Do Stuff You Never Thought It Capable Of Doing
Ride a bike for two hours then get off and run faster than you’ve ever run? Swim for an hour followed by weights? Work out six days a week? You say to yourself, “I can’t do this crazy shit.” Well guess what bad ass? You can, because it’s mind over matter and you’re going to learn you can push your body more than you think.
Number On Your Arm
When you pick up your race kit for a triathlon they mark your arm with your number in permanent marker. Wear that number proud. That number says “I trained my ass off to be able to race in this triathlon.” In fact, don’t wash that number off for a few days and bask in the glory of letting everyone around you know how bad ass you really are.
A wetsuit is like full-body spanx only spanx won’t help you float when you’re swimming. It’s basically spanx on steroids. Every wetsuit should come with a cape because you’ll feel like a god damn superhero when you zip into that neoprene.
The Cool People
You’d think that all the other people taking part in a triathlon would try to take you down. You’re the competition, right? Wrong. Triathletes are a cool bunch of people who offer advice, give support and will even help you zip into your superhero wetsuit the day of the race. Make an effort to get to know them. You’re part of the tribe now – embrace it.
Maybe you restricted your alcohol intake while training and maybe you didn’t but nothing will ever taste better than that first beer you have after you cross that finish line. Carbs and calories be damned. Bottoms up and enjoy the sweetest god damn ale you’ll ever drink. Then drink another one because you just finished a mother fucking triathlon.
Which brings me to
The Feeling When You Cross The Finish Line
You trained for months, maybe even years. You waited at the start for the horn to blow so you could swim your ass off in the water, ride the shit out of your bike, and run like the wind. You only get to cross that finish line for the first time once. Raise your arms in the air and smile or dig deep and run like you’re being chased by a god damn rabid bear. No matter how you cross the finish line, take a moment to savour the fact that you accomplished what you set out to do. You’re a triathlete and nobody can take that away from you.