Accidental beginnings

Our friends Abra and Braxton P. are super competitive with each other.  Along with their friend Quentin, they’d just completed their first sprint triathlons last summer and were debating the merits of doing the HyVee Triathlon, an Olympic distance (1.5K swim, 40K bike, 10k. run) in our city.  They all discussed how nobody really felt confident doing the swim, but they were all more than capable of the rest of the race.

I was so excited by all of their excitement that I just piped up, “Hey, you probably don’t know it, but I’m a swimmer.  I want to play!”  After a brief pause (because for about a good 13 years I’d repressed all memories of training 3-4 hours EVERY DAY of my childhood and teen years under a borderline abusive coach and may have neglected to mention that I even knew how to swim to any of my adult friends) we decided to form a team.

But there were 4 of us.  Huh.  Braxton then decided that he was ready to do it all himself, but I agreed to help train him in swimming.

So, that was it!  I swam, Quentin biked, Abra ran, Braxton did all three.  We finished and felt AWESOME.


Braxton, Abra, Quentin, and me before the 2011 HyVee Triathlon


Our relay team after the 2011 HyVee Triathlon (yup, I’d had time to shower first.)


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