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Before I had kids, I raced a lot of triathlon pretty passionately.  I wasn't even close to fast and furious; definitely more of a slow and steady kind of gal.  Except for running. I'm pretty fast at running.

 

Kids have a powerful way of slamming on the brakes for everything you consider important in your personal life.  However, it isn't a problem, because raising children well is absolutely gratifying. As the children become autonomous, the itch to regain your own sense of self starts to settle in. And then it gets powerful.

Currently, my children are eight, six (well, in two weeks) and three. And I spend a lot of my time feeling tired. Excited about the life I'm lucky enough to be living, but also pretty tired.

One of the reasons I enjoyed racing triathlon so much before my children were born was the opportunity the sport affords to immerse oneself in the splendor of the natural world.  I'm lucky enough to live in Northern California where there is natural splendor aplenty pretty much just beyond our front door. I have taken more years off of racing than I would like to admit, but I'm jumping back in.

The goal race is a year from now, and while I'm still feeling cautious enough not to mention the specifics of it, I can say with earnest that I will enjoy the process of getting there. I am fairly action-oriented, so this should be an achievable goal.

Now, on to the inspiration!

That swimsuit, right? Don't get me started on how much I adore it.  I purchased it in Tokyo in the summer of 2008, just as my triathlon career was abruptly coming to a halt.  It's a special Comme des Garcons collaboration with Speedo, and it's the design Michael Phelps was wearing when he took eight gold medals in the Beijing olympics that same summer. I could go on and on.

Honestly, the majority of triathlon gear is pretty unappealing.  It's a lot of spandex and not a lot of style. But this is one area of self challenge and self expression where fashion is far from the most important element. We learn who we are in moments of discomfort.  May there be many of those along this road, and may I embrace them with grace!