So approximately this time last year, I decided that my new year’s resolution for 2010 would be to get my ass back in shape. At that point I had been approximately two and a half years removed from college, which as many of you can attest to was 4 years of doing everything bad for your body. Binge drinking, ripping cigs, staying up till all hours, and a few others things that I don’t care to mention but probably should be part of this list. I set a modest goal of starting running again with the Broad Street Run (a 10-mile straight shot through the city of Philadelphia) as my ultimate goal. While the first few months were hell (my first run I nearly keeled over and died after about 2 miles), time passed and I began to find it easier and easier to get back to my high school form. After a few weeks, I found myself running distances further than I ever did in high school at the peaks of X-Country and Track seasons.
I thought that was the end of it. Goal achieved, end of story. That was until my girlfriend decided that she would run the Marine Corps Marathon. Well that obviously didn’t sit well with me. I couldn’t let her one-up me like this so I signed up for the Philadelphia Marathon. This is something that I am glad that I did and I recommend that everyone at some point train for and run a marathon. It’s actually not as difficult as it sounds and the achievement of being among the 0.01% of people to accomplish this is something to be said for in addition to being in great cardio shape.
During the course of my training, one of my tune up races was a triathlon that two of my friends and I competed in. One guy did the 0.8mile swim, who then tagged off to another who did the 38mile bike, who then tagged off to me for the 6.2mile run. While waiting for my friends to finish their respective legs of the race, I thought to myself, “These people are legit. Is there any reason why I can’t do this all on my own?” Prior to the start of the race I spoke briefly with an experienced triathlete. She said that she had completed several of these triathlons to go along with several marathons, and this girl was in her mid-30s. That was all the convincing I needed. Those of you who know me know that I don’t need much motivation to accept a physical challenge. Tell me that you can do it, and I’ll definitely do it.
So the goal for this year is to train for and complete the Philly Triathlon. Why do I subject myself to this stuff? After running a marathon, is there really anymore that one can accomplish on an individual basis as a person who isn’t even considered a real athlete? I have a very addictive personality and is training for ridiculous events or the thrill of competition just another form of drugs, alcohol, and gambling? It’s clearly no longer about working out and staying in shape. I think I may have a greater problem.