Wanted to let you all know that I finished my event on Saturday.
My times were:
First section (1 mile run): 14 minutes, 14 seconds
Second section (8.3 mile bike ride): 46 minutes, 15 seconds (average pace 10.92 mph and I’d been lucky to do 10 mph in training rides, so I was happy with that)
Final section (3 mile run): 47 minutes, 14 seconds (average pace was 14:48 per mile)
Full and complete time from start to finish was 1 hour, 52 minutes, 28 seconds. I guess the one thing I can say with certainty is that it won’t be hard to improve on that performance should I ever decide to try a duathlon again.
Bottom line? I finished and I wasn’t as slow as I’d feared. I also didn’t have to get off and walk my bike up the hill at the start of the bike portion. These things are good.
On the other side of the equation, I still have a lot of work to do on accepting (perhaps even embracing) my vulnerabilities. I was the fattest girl there. I was the slowest girl there. I couldn’t even run a whole mile straight, which I really thought I could. Intellectually I know that, on February 1st when I started Project Me, walking a very slow 15 minutes left me winded and miserable and I’m a lot stronger than that now. Nevertheless, as I waited to start, throughout the event, and especially at the finish area, I just wanted to run away and hide from the shame of it all. From the shame of being me and being less than perfect, I guess. If I hadn’t told you guys I was doing it and if I hadn’t known that wonderful, encouraging Susan would be there at the finish line, I would have changed my mind the night before and done something else that morning instead. To be OK with being really, truly bad at something is just not something I’ve mastered yet; I’ll keep working on it.
Anyone have an uplifting story about doing well in a sporting event? Share, please, so I can remember that it does get better eventually.