I bet she did and I bet she thinks I have no business being here. A woman, racing a triathlon. That I’ll never finish this race. That I’m not ready. And maybe she is right....why did I even sign up? What if....
Despite our best efforts, they have a tendency to flood our minds at the worst times. Your own brain goes rouge and turns on you. Maybe you’ve read The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck (we did) but when you need it most (like when you’re setting up your transition area for your first triathlon), that great advice is blanked out and you find yourself very much giving a f*ck.
<--- You, at this moment. Are we right?
But what if, just when that little voice in your head is about to blurt out some reason why you shouldn’t even start, that girl looks over again.
Then, what if she walks over and wishes you a good race and hopes you have fun? What? This is amazing, right?
So now, what if the swim start looked more like this:
and only a little still like this:
What if instead of everyone being your competitor, now they are your tribe? Sure, it's a race and everyone wants to PR and lay down fast splits. But knowing you are with some fun, like-minded friends...well, that just makes it way better.
Soooo, then, what if, at your next race, you’re that person? The one who just takes a few minutes out of her time to find someone else who could use a smile and an encouraging word. #crazytalk? We don't think so.
That’s our dream here at