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The Triathlon that Almost Wasn’t

I finished my second triathlon sprint.  I finished 20 minutes faster than I did last year, but it should’ve been 30 minutes.  After I’d swam 1000 yards, biked 12 miles and ran 1 mile, I got a migraine.
I started with denial.  I figured the aura in my eyes was from the brisk swimming pool water.  (The boiler had broken the night before and the water was only 75 degrees.  You usually swim in 78 degrees.  3 can be a very large number.)
Then I decided maybe my shoes were too tight and I loosened my shoe laces.
Then I started counting my breaths, thinking it would ease any stress in my head if I breathed in 4 counts and breathed out 5.
Then my eyesight really went crazy and I got slightly lost on the the run.  Then I found the path again and had to walk, while concentrating on florescent red markers.
As I walked across the finish line, I completely lost it and broke down as a friend led me to my car.
Now some would read this and think how strong I was to continue, although I didn’t have much of a choice because I was kind of in the middle of nowhere without much sight so the only way to get to Kevin was to follow the path.
But I don’t feel strong.

All I’m focusing on, for some odd reason, is how bummed I was I couldn’t celebrate all I’d accomplished.  I had really been looking forward to that burger and ice cream.  I had the flavor picked out and I was going to eat fries.  All without guilt.
There were tons of people there I knew.  It was going to be awesome.  I’m pretty sure someone would’ve lit fireworks.
Instead, I came home and took meds and closed the blinds and climbed into bed.  I stayed there for the next 24 hours.  I tried getting up Sunday and ended up back in bed.  My husband marveled at how much I slept.
So there ya have it.  I followed my own training advice: I kept going until they told me to stop.  And then I fell down.
LUCKILY, I’m the type to buy myself a reward for almost anything of significance I do and so I already had these babies:

The perfect reward!

The perfect reward!

I’m trying very hard to see what I accomplished and wear my bacon and egg earrings with pride and I honestly do.  But for some reason, without the celebration, it just doesn’t feel complete.  Sometimes things just need an end and this one didn’t have one and I have to learn to be OK with it.

(This does NOT mean I feel the need to do it again.)


  1. livrancourt says:

    Wear those earrings with pride, baby! You totally earned ’em, and I’m kind of in awe of your mental discipline. If you DO decide to try again, may the migraine fairies pick on that other runner…the one over there…

    1. Marianne says:

      It’s hard to not wear bacon and egg earrings with pride. They scream pride! :). And thanks!

  2. le0pard13 says:

    Y’know, this type of physical and mental accomplishment shouldn’t be this debilitating ;-). Glad you’re feeling better, Marianne. And congrats :-).

    1. Marianne says:

      My exact thoughts. I’m doing a half marathon and then if that goes sour I’m back to the couch. I can take a hint.

  3. Elena Aitken says:

    Oh, that SUCKS!!
    You could spend forever analyzing what went wrong, what you could have done differently, etc, etc, blah, blah, blah.
    BUT what’s the point?
    Celebrate it. Even if it’s late. Because frankly…there are no time limits for this type of thing.
    I say, wear the earrings and your race shirt and go have that burger and fries and enjoy every last bit. 🙂

    1. Marianne says:

      Thanks! I wore the earring and went to Star Trek. 4 people noticed the earrings. I say that’s reason to celebrate!

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