My 8th Ironman- St George, Utah, May 1, 2010, I was ready for battle.
I made sacrifices in February to train on the course a few days, also spending time in Tucson, AZ training with a group of other professional triathletes. I was ready shine in the way my training was confirming. My mom flew out from Detroit, to join me on my mission. After the race our plan was to have a day in Vegas to see LOVE- The Beatles Cirque Show.
It wasn’t until sitting in the Beatles show, jamming out to “Revolution” with my mom dancing in her seat, did I realize something. This race opened my eyes for the need to have a revolution- a BE BOLD REVOLUTION. And I started on May 1, within my race. Let me give you the cliff notes version of my race so you can understand.
RACE DAY: Swim okay, bike had a big struggle and at one point didn’t think I would be able to finish. I promised myself I would get to transition to start the run, and I tore out of transition to run the best marathon my body could muster. I literally was running like I stole something. The first 16 miles were awesome, last 10 miles a little rough but still kept battling forward. I ran from 10th or 11th into 6th place.
That was my day- not awesome, but a race to be proud of. What hit me more than anything was what happened around me. The course was epic and probably one of the most challenging on the Ironman circuit. I have never seen so many people walking their bikes up hills and walking on the marathon course. I sit here today thinking about those that commented about my fight on the run, the grit that shined.
We all need this fight. Sometimes we will not win our race, sometimes we won’t even be on the podium. Some of us will not be in line for the work promotion we thought we were a “shoe-in” for- WE ALL HIT BUMPS IN THE ROAD. No matter the situation, if we remained BOLD, taking action worthy of GRIT and FIGHT, could you imagine what you would be capable of? For me, I ran into 6th. But what could you do?
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