
As a child I can remember watching the Iron Man Triathlon on NBC every year. I remember it was on after my cartoons on Saturday mornings. I would sit down in front of our television to watch these amazing athletes compete. The race starts with an open ocean 2.4 mile swim, followed by a 112 mile bike ride, and finally a 26.2 mile run. I am pretty sure I was sitting their with a couple regular cokes, cookies, and other sugary snacks. I always admired these athletes and hoped one day I would have the strength that they had.
I knew I would never be an "Iron Man." Growing up as a child I had asthma. I was also overweight and basically told not to do any strenuous activity. Every time I tried to do cardiovascular activity I would have difficulty breathing. I can still remember some of my attacks. It was such a struggle to breath that it hurt. I was breathing but my body was not receiving oxygen. Thanks dad for rushing me to the ER all those times. I know you spent hundreds of hours in the ER at all hours of the day and night. I know it was hard because you worked so many hours. I was admitted to the hospital several times because of my asthma. What a scary feeling to wake up in the hospital with doctors and nurses surrounding me. One time I was so fed up with them poking me with IV needles, that I refused to get a new IV. The doctor tried to calm me down but it did not work. As the nurse tried to start the IV, I punched and kicked until they gave up.
Today I have grown out of my asthma. I no longer get those scary attacks. I try to stay active and eat healthy but it is a struggle. I have never been at my ideal weight. I stay active by jogging, lifting weights, and riding my road bike. I dream of getting 8 hours sleep every night but think that is impossible.
Three years ago I learned about the Ventura Triathlon. I found the web site and learned that a race was quickly approaching. I knew I was not physically ready to attempt this race, but decided to go to the race to check it out. I was amazed at how much fun everybody was having. There were men and woman, young and old, and athletes and non-athletes competing in the race. When I saw how exciting this race was, I knew I had to run it someday. The race was on to get into shape and run the race.
My wife and I bought a treadmill and a road bike. I tried to get into a consistent routine, but struggled. My wife kicked it into high gear. She woke up every morning at 4:30 a.m. and ran mile after mile. She quickly lost 30 pounds. In October 2010 she entered the Rock N Roll Los Angeles Half Marathon 13.1 miles. She finished that race no problem. She wanted a bigger challenge so she ran the San Diego Marathon. She ran that race with no problem. Our son Mark even ran the one mile race prior to the marathon. They both showed no fear and proved that they can do whatever they put their mind to.
Finally my race day came. I did not feel ready for a triathlon but told myself I needed to attempt the race. My only goal was to complete the entire race. This was not an iron man race. It was a sprint triathlon. It was a half mile swim, 13 mile bike ride, and 5K run. It is a fraction of the iron man but a challenge for my fitness level. I did not care about my time I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do it. My family was at the race to root me on. My sister and brother-in-law were also racing as a team. I had plenty of support.
As I made my way down to the beach prior to the race, I felt confident rather than nervous. I knew this race would be a struggle, but the thought of not completing it was not an option. The race started and I made my way into the ocean. As I predicted the swim was difficult. My competition quickly swam away as I tried to keep afloat. I could not keep up with my group but I never stopped swimming. As I approached the swim exit I was out of breath and tired. Then I saw my wife and kids cheering me on from the beach. What an exhilarating feeling! I put my head back in the water and finished strong. I exited the water then went over and kissed each of them as I ran to the transition area.
Next came the 13 mile bike ride. I quickly stripped off my wet suit and grabbed my bike. Now that I was out of the ocean I knew I would complete this race. I began my ride through Oxnard. During my ride I felt a sense of peace and had plenty of time to reflect. I realized just how lucky I am. I have a beautiful, supportive, loving family, that would do anything for me. Their love and support can get me through anything. They are happy and healthy and always their when I need them. What more can a man ask for?
Finally I began my run. At this point my legs felt like jello. All I needed to do now was run 3.1 miles. Even though I was tired and wanted to stop I keep running. I told my mind,"just keep jogging and do not stop." As the race went on I actually felt stronger. After two plus hours of strenuous exercise the finish line was in sight. I finished strong to the cheers of my supportive family. I did not finish with a fast time, but I finished. They were at the finish line to hug and greet me. At last I accomplished something I have dreamt about doing for 39 years, and it felt great. I plan to run several races a year from now on. For years my mind told me I could not run a triathlon. Why is human nature always so negative? Next time you are feeling skeptical about a goal, do not be negative about it. Remain positive and find ways to be successful. Set goals and strive to achieve them. Stop making excuses or telling yourself
"I Can't, instead tell yourself I Can!"