So triathlons seem to be the "in" thing lately. They're all the rage both in and out of the blogosphere. Even My Man is catching the Tri Bug. And I have three words for all of you.
Good for you.
Now five more.
I'm so not with you.
I don't razz or ridicule you - especially since you're all buffer than me. I respect you immensely. Just from a distance. A very far distance.
See, I have this problem with sweat-induced introvertedness. My body quite literally shuts down when asked to perform in front of others. And no, I've never been good at organized sports, why do you ask?
My Man is just the opposite. He is able to push himself more - farther, stronger, faster - when presented with an audience. It's motivating to him to work out in front of or alongside others. He does best when he's racing someone.
Me, not so much.
When I'm out running or biking and see someone heading my way, I cross the street rather than have to pass directly next to them. (Sometimes I criss-cross quite a bit.) When there are people on both sides of the street, I all but come to a complete stop. I can't tell you how far I've come just to be able to exercise outside instead of within the privacy of my own home. Hey. It's the little things.
***(I know, in a way, this is extremely self-centered of me. I freak out that people are staring at me, analyzing me, measuring exactly how much I'm panting - when I know deep down they probably don't even notice me. But hey. I never claimed I was rational.)
So yeah, the idea of a triathlon - swimming, biking, and running in front of not just one or two, but DOZENS, maybe HUNDREDS of people? Just thinking about it makes me clam up.
And I really think that's okay.
I'm totally at peace with my insecurities. It doesn't keep me from exercising. It doesn't harm me in any way. I'm a freak, and I'm okay with that.
A closet triathlon, now that I could do. Totally on my own. By myself. Just me and my thoughts and my iPod. Now that's motivational. Maybe in September?