On the horizon
I’ve decided to compete in a triathalon. My sons think I’m as mad as a hatter (an expression, by the way, that has a very interesting origin) but I’m going to do it anyway. I’ve often thought about training for one, but never got around to actually committing to a training plan. This time, however, I’m in up to my neck.
I took my first swimming lesson this past Saturday, and I’m ashamed to admit how woefully bad I am in the water. You’d think I had a millstone tied around my neck. I sank like a stone. And when I tried to do the freestyle, I thrashed around as though I were wrestling a rabid alligator. It was pathetic. People came from miles around to mock my efforts. Did I let those taunts and jibes cow me? No, I did not. I continued my lesson, content in the knowledge that I can only get better. (I shudder to think how bad things could get if I grow worse!) I have no worries about the biking and running. I know I can do both. Hell, I have done both (maybe not in the same day, but you get the idea). The swimming, though… Well, I can only improve. Wish me luck.
