Triathlon has become a spiritual thing for me. Less when I’m on my way there and I’m nervous and my stomach hurts and more when I’m finished and I open all the windows, blast the music and dance in the car singing at the top of my lungs
all the way home.
Triathlon has always made me feel alive.
I’ve done a lot of praying this year. As you might imagine.
And I do believe whole-heartedly that triathlon “trained” me for what I was to face.
It showed me how to focus.
It showed me how to be brave.
And it showed me how to fall down and get back up.
I’m pretty sure that when I found triathlon, God knew all that ahead of time. If I could make a terrible comparison here, it would be like Daniel-san washing the cars, painting the fence, painting the house and sanding the floor. And in this scenario God is Mr. Miyagi. (I’m sure He has a sense of humor because He gave us one.)
None of what I did made sense at the time, but as I get back up, it does now.
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