I’m a very goal-oriented person. I like to aim for something and push myself until I attain whatever it is that I’ve dreamt up. A few months ago, nay a few years ago, I decided I wanted to do a triathlon. It wasn’t until the beginning of the summer that I firmly decided I would start training for one. I joined a team, bought a bike and a whole lot of gear, and I was on my way. Last weekend I participated in my first race—sort of. The swim portion was canceled due to unsafe water conditions; it was replaced by a 1.5 mile run. No biggie. I’m a runner and have been so for years. During the 15.5 mile bike portion, it started to sprinkle. Then rain. Then thunder and lightning hit. Needless to say, these weren’t the optimal conditions for riding a bike. Regardless, I plowed through and was about to start the final run when I heard over the loud speaker that the race was canceled. Canceled? It was heartbreaking. My first triathlon turned into a duathlon that I couldn’t even finish. But that’s not the end of my tri days. I have another one coming up in September, and I know it couldn’t get any worse. Could it?
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