I am a triathlete. Now I state that with a bit of hesitation and even, I would say, embarrassment because anyone who knows me will realize immediately that I don’t exactly have the physique of a triathlete or really of an athlete of any kind–yet. It would be nice if people said to me, “Wow, you have a perfect body! You must be a triathlete.” But alas, I am more often asked when my baby is due (and I’m not joking about this one). But I don’t care. I LOVE doing triathlons. I have participated in 4 multisport competitions so far with another one coming up this weekend, and I am hooked. I was strictly a runner before my sister convinced me to look into doing triathlons, and as much as I enjoyed that (after a while), I enjoy this even more. I like the variety and the extra challenge of not just completing a 5k run, for example, but of completing a 5k run after having completed a 500 meter swim and a 12 mile bike ride. It makes me feel cool. The day I finished my first full triathlon I spent the rest of the day saying, “I’m a triathlete!” I had perma-grin all weekend. Aside from the pride factor, though, it has turned out to be quite the growing experience for me, and not just physically. (In fact, if you want to get technical, it’s been more of a shrinking experience for me physically.) I feel like a completely different person than I was a few months ago thanks to the experiences and challenges I have had training for and competing in triathlons. I would even venture to suggest that I’m a better wife and mother thanks to these experiences (although the housework has definitely slipped). I’ll have to expound on some of those in other posts, but for now suffice it to say that I feel compelled to continue doing triathlons despite my rounded physique because I am becoming a better and stronger person for it on the inside even if you can’t tell on the outside.