Six days

I am 6 days away from attempting my first sprint triathlon. How epic this seems.

It's weird, you know...sports never seemed like my thing.
Growing up, I realized that despite the fact that I could palm a basketball from the size of my hands, I was a horrible basketball player. Despite my ability to run, I was not nearly as good at soccer as my classmates (I suppose I get that for growing up in Latin-America). I spent two horrible months as a kid trying to pick up baseball on a team that didn't bother to teach me simple things, like not to palm the baseball when you try to throw it so it goes further than 10 feet. That didn't last long before I broke down and begged my parents to let me out of the sport.

...and that's how it went for every team sport, even kickball. Eeek! Let's not even talk about football, I mean dealing with a spherical object is hard enough, but no, they had to make the stupid thing oblong so you have to learn this entire dynamic of of spirals and hand placement and "follow through." To this day, "follow through" is a muscle mystery to me.

But back to the point...this seems epic. I feel like I'm almost worthy of calling myself an "athlete"...how cool is that?

Next Saturday, I will look like any other crazy out there with the odd hairless legs, stretchy pants, skimpy shorts, a crazy mix of tan lines, and numbers written in marker all over. After months of training, a few falls and scrapes, feeling sheer exhaustion, drinking coffee to stay awake at work, and trying to hold my body together without injury...it's almost here.

...and I'm going after it. A personal victory that will hopefully set a precedent for the personal goals to come during this weird journey that I'm on. Today is my final run-through before I start tapering down training. Here goes!