LIFE LESSONS
A Triathlon Under My Belt
To the victors belong the spoils, only they are not what you think they are
In 2014, I participated in my first Triathlon. I say first as if there would be more. There will not. The race was held in Asbury Park, New Jersey. It is a small beachfront town with a sturdy boardwalk and a wide berth of sandy shoreline. Bruce Springsteen grew up nearby, and played at the Stone Pony. You can also enjoy a plethora of vintage pinball machines at the SilverBall Museum.
It was not my first choice of location, but it was equidistant for three crazy young women attempting this feat. Our friend Mia chose the location because it was sponsored by Tri-Rock, known for its organizational skills at such events. The course would feature an open-water swim, a flat, fast bike course, and a run on the famous Asbury Park boardwalk.
We all swam together in college, although I was the only one who swam distance. Each of us learned to swim at a very young age. Living in three different states, we each trained alone from late winter into early summer. Mia was also a distance runner, but Katie and I were not. If we could complete the swim and cycling part of the course, we would walk to the finish if we had to.
