On Saturday, I became a triathlete.
It was one of the best experiences of my life, which is not what I expected. I expected to hate every minute. To be cursing myself for thinking I could do something so intense. But every woman participating or volunteering was so supportive and amazing and it set the tone for the day.
As I approached the finish line, thinking my legs were going to give out at any second, a woman in her late-fifties jumped out into the middle of the course, got down on one knee, held out her hand for a high-five, and cheered me on, “You’ve got this! You’re almost there!” Just thinking about it now, I get teary. Her encouragement gave me the biggest boost of energy and I sprinted to the finish. SPRINTED. After swimming 500 meters, biking 10 miles and running a 5k.
Strong is beautiful. It really is.