Why is it so hard to celebrate the small victories??

I haven't competed in a triathlon in almost two years. Yesterday was my first sprint triathlon this year and considering my time away from doing them I did pretty good. I did the same course 3 years ago with much more training and was 10 lbs lighter and my time this year was only 1 minute slower.

I should really just be thankful for the ability to compete at all. I had one major injury 5 years with a fractured hip that took me out of commission and found me learning to walk again let alone swim, bike and run all in one morning. If it was anyone else but me, I would tell them very honestly just getting out there and doing it is the accomplishment. I would absolutely mean it when I said it.

However, when it comes to me, I have spent the last 24 hours trying to figure out what I could have done differently to shave 2 minutes off my time to beat my personal record on that course.

I have four more triathlons on my calendar this summer. Triathlon season in Wisconsin is short so you have to pack them in when you can. My goal for each of these, all ones I have done before, is to find the victory of competing and celebrate it. I want to remember how fortunate I am to have the physical ability to compete and not define my success by the number on the clock at the end.

I cannot let my scale define me another number that can make crazy so I won't let the timeclock number define me either.