I wasn’t fast, but I was hooked. The feeling of accomplishment crossing that line was indescribably good.
Since then, I have competed each season in a few races including the famous Noosa Tri. I have come to know that I am a completer, not a competer and my reward is that this non-runner, swimmer, biker can get this done and enjoy it.
Through my journey, I have battled and so far beaten cancer. This scare makes me appreciate so much more what my body can achieve and what an absolute privilege to be out there when so many others can’t.
I entered the State Tri Sprint Championships because I just wanted another opportunity to get out there. I knew in advance I’d be at the tail of the field and that was okay. I had avoided these events in the past because they are usually filled with good and fast athletes and I didn’t feel I belonged. I didn’t want my fear of being last to stop me from competing.
I crossed the line with my son running beside me, my family cheering and the unconditional support from the peeps at Tri South.
And yes, this time it had happened. I was last. Dead last. And it was OK. More than OK, because I am there to compete. To finish. To have fun and know I achieved all of those things.