I could have hit rock bottom, but instead I used exercise and the time for myself as part of my transition into recovery.
It took me nearly 45 minutes, but I did it. I finished the swim! I had been working so hard mentally and physically to get to that point and I was completely elated. I felt so empowered to have conquered that fear.
Leia’s longest run to date is a 14-mile trail run that we did together during Ironman training in Central Oregon. She lets me know when she has pent up energy by getting into things that she shouldn’t, like garbage cans. I train mostly by myself, Leia is my constant companion on the road running and in my daily life.
Grief, it's never easy, but there is something beautiful in grief - like really leaning on your friends to help you get through tough times, or keeping the memory of your loved one alive by sharing with people who never knew them, or like me, finding ways to deal with your grief by pushing yourself in your favorite sport (TRI). I'm grateful for triathlon.
I have no rhythm. A few minutes before class we attempted a fireball shot. Turns out waiting until you are 40 to try fireball wasn’t the best idea I have had. The shot ended up being a ball of fire where my esophagus meets my stomach for the rest of the night. And, I wasn’t feeling any more courageous than before.