What's Your Story, Kimosabe?

As of late, I have viewed running as a discipline to be trained simply to be a better triathlete. In the past, I ran to be a part of something. In junior and high school my friends were runners and I wanted be part of their community. I always enjoyed the challenge and camaraderie. When I developed severe asthma and couldn’t run my sophomore year, I felt I had lost a part of myself as well as the connection to my friends. The idea of NOT being able to do something never sat well with me. I was determined to run. When I moved to Colorado Springs in 2005, I spent the summer huffing, puffing and gagging on treadmills and trails until I knew my lungs were strong enough to call myself a “runner.”

This past weekend I competed in a 70.3 triathlon. I saw so many levels of racers. Even as my swim wave treaded water at the start buoy, the announcer asked to see how many women were doing their first ½ Ironman that morning. It was inspiring to see the raised hands and the nervous smiles accompanied by a squeal of excitement that can only be emitted by women between the ages of 18-29.  On my flight home, I was reading the September issue of Runner’s World magazine. I came across the following quotes:

“This sport has taught me what freedom really means” “…this program helps them realize they can achieve their goals” “For the first time we had a positive experience for everybody…”

I started to think about those women at the race and what motivated them to run triathlon. It reminded me why I started running and racing triathlon – to overcome a weakness that I saw in myself. I was committed to harnessing the power of my body and mind and channel my energy into places I could control as opposed to wasting energy worrying about those I could not. My lungs wanted to be weak but my mind said, “no way dude.”

Everyone has a story. Through triathlon, I have met some of the most amazing people. Their stories keep me grounded and humble. It is easy and trite to compare a marathon or a triathlon to the trials and tribulations of life – “mind over body” “one foot in front of the other” “spandex is a privilege not a right.” But what about on race day? Ever catch yourself sizing up the competition based upon the aero-ness of their helmet? We’ve all been there – whether you are a runner, triathlete, golfer, bowler, thespian, or big game hunter (also known as Cougar Catcher) there are certain times when judging becomes natural and seemingly part of the process. But next time you go to judge, try to think of their story. Think back to why you started and the rookie moves you made. Why are they racing with slime tubes? Who told them the speedo looked great? Maybe they can’t change flats and are willing to make the sacrifice of weight and they lost a bet so they must proudly adorn a Speedo – or they’re just proud of their package. You’re call on that one.

Bottom line, try to hear the story. You might just learn something.  

Peace.Love.Bikes

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