I registered for this today.
My first-ever triathlon. Nine days from now. On April 28.
I’m excited, but the butterflies have already started fluttering.
Given my love of cycling, running and [sort-of] swimming, why haven’t I done one yet? Because I’m a wuss about my hair, that’s why. And, my eyebrows (it’s a genetic thing; ami, you know what I’m talking about). Getting out of the water, soaking wet, with my fine ombré hair flat and matted to my head and my eyebrows half missing terrifies me. Suuuuuper lame excuse, I know, but I’m crazy self-conscious about it.
This season, however, that changes, and I’m doing not one, but THREE triathlons. No one cares what you look like when you’re out there – heck, no one will even notice my hideous hair or half eyebrows under my flash[y] hat. In fact, I doubt I’ll even notice my hair and eyebrows.
What matters is that you’re doing it – that you’re out there, gliding through the water, pedaling mile after mile, putting one foot in front of the other, reaching for, and achieving, your goals.
And, when I’ve completed my first tri…