Today, my husband, Marc, raced Virginia Duathlon in Surry, VA. He did a phenomenal job running a 5k, cycling 23 miles, and finally running a second 5k. The competition was craaaazy hard, the hills were craaaazy rolling, and the headwind was just crazy blowing at 15 mph. Well, despite all of these critical factors, Marc placed 8th overall. He cycled 23 mph and ran two great 5ks!! I’m one proud wifey!!! Also, you gotta give the dude extra credit because:
#1- There were a few elite racers in the bunch AND
#2- Marc cycled a total of 2 times this winter (outside) and maybe 10 times on his trainer.
I’m pretty sure (kidding, more like really sure) that I’m married to an awesome athlete!!
So anyways, during the bike portion of the race (about an hour for him), I decided to pull out my lovely, pink journal and write a few observations from the race/reflections from my heart.
Question: Could my observations be due to (me) drinking 5 cups of coffee before the duathlon?
Answer: Yes, probably so, but hey, give me a break, I was running at 4 o’clock this morning. I needed to stay awake somehow, right?
Notes from my journal at Virginia Duathlon:
(Warning: Stream-of-consciousness in full bloom!)
My gratitude is through the roof right now. I’m sitting on this beautiful, green grass thinking how truly blessed I am to have a husband that…
1]…loves and supports me.
2]…jumps hurdles, like gallon jugs of water to make sure he’s in the transition area to cheer me on (during my run-swim-runs).
I’m gracious to be sitting in a warm meadow watching amazing humans hug and support each other, also taking wonderful pictures of their family members running and cycling.
I’m thankful it’s Sunday morning and…
1]…the sun is bright and blissful.
2]…I’m here supporting my athletic husband.
The hills seem so alive as I sit with my legs crossed and my eyes soaring pondering the many philosophies of life, in particular being a spectator. I truly love being a spectator!
There are so many contrasts in life, right? Like me sitting here, taking in this serene view while the athletes are cranking out some major mileage. Hmm, what a difference…
The spectator/athlete contrasts I see:
1] The athletes are huffing and puffing to the beat of their spinning spokes, while I’m relaxed, taking in every element of the race.
2] I’m a little chilly, while the athletes are sweaty, thriving in the moment, and anticipating what the finish will feel like.
3] My mind is wondering, while the athletes are focused on the course.
4] I’m sipping water, while the athletes are sipping Nuun.
We constantly live in contrast don’t we? When one person is up…someone else is down. When one is happy, another is sad. When a person is stressed, the other is relaxed….smiling vs. frowning…in pain vs. in bliss…
We all experience waves of emotions like the many waves at a starting line. Today, I saw such variations in attitudes: At the start, some athletes were:
1] Wiggling around
2] Breathing heavy
4] Talking to nobody
5] Talking to everybody
6] Standing patiently
That’s why it’s best not to compare yourself to anyone else because we, as humans, are in a constant state of change and it’s not good, bad, or ugly, merely being human (a.k.a human existence). What one person is feeling that particular race could be different the next race.
As I’m sitting here drinking my water, I think what training/competitions mean to me. As I sink into deep thought (on this heartfelt, stunning day), I realize it means the world to me. I love being an athlete and experiencing all of the wonderful sensations that an athlete goes through. I love feeling happy one race, nervous the next, and maybe even quiet, too!! I don’t know, I’m usually pretty quiet before a race, but who knows, that could change one day (once I become more comfortable in my racing skin).
At the staring line, Marc is really comfortable. His body is a bit tensed in anticipation of the horn blowing, but mentally, he’s calm, cool, and collected. I SO envy that!!
HOW DO YOU ACT BEFORE A RACE/AT THE START LINE?
DO YOU LIKE BEING A SPECTATOR?