This morning I got up bright and early to race at UBC in Race #6 of Triathlon Provincial Race Series (Sprint distance) Reflexion Clinic Triathlon. Following a week off of training after recovering from a chest cold and ear infection the race went very smoothly.
One thing I had never done before but use to always joke about was puking at the end of a race. Lauralee a co-worker from Surrey and I adopted a slogan "Win or puke" two years ago at race, after seeing a finisher puke up their breakfast from exertion right after finishing the race. We used this puking scale as a test of how hard you were willing to push your body. There is also an other expression we used however it is only reserved for the crazy Ironman competitors who can finish in sub 9 hours get the title of recognition..."Win or Poop." It is nuts the limits people are willing to push their bodies in sport, I sure as hell not going to push myself to the point I loose all control of all my bodily function.
Despite puking at the end of the race, which instantly cured my cramp that plagued me my entire run, I won. Finally my thousands...yes thousands of hours of train have amounted to something. Not a personal best time but a podium finish. I do not race entirely to win however it is a bonus when it happens. I race for the intrinsic rewards of the sport, I love what I am doing.
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