I completed an Olympic Trithlon and met all of the goals I had set for myself - I survived the swim, finished under 3.5 hours, and felt good at the end. I was happy with my performance...to an extent.
I had a little thought under my swim cap that I might somehow exceed my expectations. Even though I was under-trained and in a harsh environment (mountainous altitudes aren't so forgiving), I thought that maybe a generic-sports-movie-moment might happen and I would somehow kick ass.
Not so much. I finished second to last in my age group. The axiom "You get out what you give" finally hit home for me. I didn't give enough of myself, time and training to the goal of kicking ass and fell into the moderate (read: mundane) goal range.
So I was disappointed with myself until this little realization hit, but now I'm better. I'm happy with what I've done and with what my body can do, and I'm ready to push ahead, put in the work and get even better for the next go round. As my fave femme icon Scarlett O'Hara would say, "Tomorrow is another day".
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