Wednesday, August 17, 2011
So the journey continues...
When I joined Sparkpeople in March of 2010 I was down about 28 pounds from my high. That includes baby weight lost and the weight I lost (and then some was regained) due to despair and grief and anxiety when my husband died. My annoyingly healthy, triathlete husband died of sudden, massive heart attack at age 47 - leaving me a 42 year old widow with 2 young girls to raise alone.
My fitness journey began in earnest in July 2009. Before then I walked and walked (and I always swam but just as, almost, meditation). I began a program to turn the over 40 walker into a runner. I could run 30 seconds at a time. 30 second run - 4 minutes walk. By October I
could run 3 miles in 45 minutes. And I have not looked back. I have lost 20 more pounds. I kept working on pace and stamina. And I joined Spark for the information and motivation. Since then I have run quite a few races - my fastest 5k was 28 minutes and fastest 5 mile run was 48 minutes. A coworker encouraged me to try Triathlons.
When I finally got over feeling like a Tri would be too emotional - it was, after all, my late husband's sport - I signed up. For some women's triathlons - and I did my first in 8/7. To train I kept up my running, intensified my swimming - fewer meditative swims- and then I had to cycle. So I modified my late husband's tri bike and got to it.
8/7 was quite a day . High surf. REALLY high surf. Rain. And humidity. But I finished. 300 yd ocean swim, 10.5 mile bike, 3 mile run plus all the transitions in 1:29:35. Very middle of the pack but MORE than ok with me. And it was emotional. I guess that's what I get for attempting my late husband's sport while using his bike. But it was great, too!
And in a couple more weeks I do another, longer one.
I think of my husband through all of it - the training, the planning, the competition. Does he see me? Does he know? Initially it just seemed like a good health goal. I mean, it should help keep me healthy and present for our children. I want to see them to adulthood. But has it become a tribute? Maybe...