I'm reading this hysterical book called Trizophrenia. It's written by a triathlete, comic, artist, writer guy who (I swear) has me blowing in his ear. His sentiments and take on the sport of triathlon is so accurate, I find myself chuckling out loud as I read it. My husband bought me the book for Christmas and I have been saving it for the race "season". I had no idea I would enjoy it so much.
Last night, the author posed a serious question. Do I train to race or do I race to train? Without a race, isn't it just exercise? I found myself questioning my efforts as I drifted off to sleep.
This morning the answer is clear. I train and I race to find a method of early detection for ovarian cancer. I don't have to think any further.
Someone asked me the other day, "What will you do when you finish all 50 states?" "Probably sleep a lot", I told her. Seriously, I am not sure what I will do or if it will include this sport. But honestly, can I cross that bridge when it gets a little closer?
