I’ve spent a lot of my life frightened. Oh, I’ll talk a good game but most of the time, I shrink down to stay as small as possible and avoid risks. Maybe it started when I was a really small child and my father (biological father, not stepfather) used to scream at me and make me cry. Maybe it was tumbling down a flight of stairs and landing on my head when I was a toddler. I’ll never know why I am the way I am and it doesn’t matter: I’m a ‘fraidy cat.
Today, though, I’m moving way outside my comfort zone to participate in a sprint duathlon. Starting at 8:40 am Pacific, I’ll walk/run a mile then bike 12 miles, then walk/run (crawl?) a final 3 miles. I’m not scared that I won’t finish – I’ve done more than enough training to know that I can finish – but I will probably be the very last person to cross the finish line. And they’ll be holding all car traffic until I finish the bike portion of the event, so there will probably be angry people tapping their feet, waiting impatiently for my return.
But hey, I could barely walk 15 minutes without discomfort back in January and today I’m going to complete a sprint duathlon. Let’s just celebrate that for a moment before I continue my barely-controlled anxiety attack.
I’ll be back, hopefully tomorrow, to talk about how I did in September and what I want to do for October, but for now, I’m off to start getting ready. Wish me luck!