The Finish Line

There are not many things I am properly proud of, so writing this one down feels a little odd. I did my first triathlon on Sunday and came away with the win in my age category, and I have read that back enough times now that it still has not really sunk in.My last post was one long admission of how scared I was, going over how swimming had kept me out of this for years and how the fear of the unknown was the last thing left standing in my way. Triathlons have always been something I quietly assumed belonged to other people, and seeing my name sat near the top of a list has not caught up with the way I think of myself yet. I expect it will settle down soon enough, but currently I still keep wanting to put an asterisk next to the result.The morning was the most wound up I have been in years, and that fear turned out to be precisely what I needed on the day. It kept my head fixed on the job in front of me, taking me through the transitions and the rules over and over. So that the race…