Once, I almost drowned in a lake. Flailing amid a sea of swimmers, I sank. Foolishly, I thought I could finish a triathlon without really knowing how to swim. Sure, I lived near the ocean. Sure, I spent a lot of time in the water. Sure, I felt good about the bike and run. But then I panicked and sank. That was late summer of 2004, and I’ve been thinking about it off and on for all these many years.
Well the time has come. I’m saying it out loud, ’cause that’s how I help myself get things done. While at the doctor the other day, he asked how I was doing with exercise, and I said “I think I’m training for a triathlon.” Out there. Done. September. Redemption.
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