A social worker during the day and a triathlete on weekends. That’s how I perceive my life now, at age 52.
It all started months ago. I had been cycling for a couple of years and progressively adding longer rides, including the MS150 that I completed last year for the first time. The sense of accomplishment with just cycling greatly embraced me. Until August 2016, when I went to see a friend do her first triathlon. My friend only trained for a month for her race. I was usually intimidated by the word TRIATHLON— and I considered it a sport for people stronger and younger than me. But my friend was actually two years older than me and she completed it. That was the spark that ignited the flame— I started to feel the desire to do the same. I needed a challenge greater than cycling longer distances.
That was a time in my life where I needed something to make me feel emotionally stronger. Grief—that’s what I deal with, everyday. As a Hospice Social Worker, I help my patients and families to cope with their sadness and emotional pain. I see tears and I hear words of emotional struggle as my patients face their own mortality and the families prepare for the loss of their loved ones. I was trained and prepared to do this job. But what I was not prepared for was becoming myself a grieving wife. My husband had been diagnosed with a chronic illness. Our lives changed in a blink of an eye. Last year, we had to make multiple changes in our living arrangements, finances, and routines. I became a caregiver. I started to realize that my husband was not going to get better. It was uncertain how much longer he had to live— a year, two years, three years. We still don’t know.
At that point last year, cycling was my therapy. But when I was exposed to triathlon, I identified a new journey that could help me cope with the stress and sadness in my life. I needed to build resilience— to be strong for my husband, my family, and for myself. In August last year, I shared with my friends that I was going to train for a triathlon for 2017, the same triathlon my friend finished. It is a popular local event that takes place every year in the summer. I thought that by having a year of training, I should be prepared. It sounded exciting. The thought of completing a triathlon gave me a sudden feeling of empowerment. Yet, it made me nervous as well. There was a long way to go.
The first obstacle I found was that I didn’t know how to properly train. I reached out to a triathlete friend and asked for advice. I was a good cyclist, but not a swimmer or a runner. I’d never taken swim training in my life. I had run some 5Ks in the past, but I had stopped running for several years. I’d have to start from zero on those two sports. I joined a Master Swim program at the gym and the training was at five AM twice a week. I had to adjust my sleep routine and work schedule to be able to make it to the training sessions. I struggled with swimming. I hated it. After two trainings, I was absent for a month. Then I returned and it was like starting from scratch. I was not consistent, and I was failing. I did start running, little steps at the time. Running thirty seconds, walking two minutes and slowly increasing the intervals.
In the winter last year, my gym offered a Triathlon Clinic for beginners. That was my opportunity to be accountable to my swim training. I signed up. It was an 8-week program. This was the beginning of a more consistent practice. The goals became way more defined now. I started to show improvement with my swimming. One day, I was able to swim without feeling that I was drowning. That day, for first time, I said, “I love swimming.” Our clinic closed with an indoor triathlon in March this year. I completed it and was even more excited to continue training and improving. I certainly was on the right path.
With my running much improved, I decided to run my very first half marathon in April. Another accomplishment. In May, I finished my first triathlon— The Trizou. This was an event out of town. I was ecstatic. Now I am getting ready to complete my second triathlon in July— The Summer Roundup Tri. This coming August, when I plan to do the triathlon that initially inspired me to get into this journey, I will be counting it as my third triathlon this year. That day, I will remind myself that at age 52, I became a triathlete. And that I did it to find emotional and physical strength, in my time of grief.
Written by Doris Plaster
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Doris' husband, Raymond passed away on July 17th. Our thoughts are with her and her family during this difficult time.