When life gives you lemons make lemonade they say. Not being able to train for and run Bruny Island Ultra this year has been a huge disappointment. What to do? Thanks to Bruce lending me a bike and giving lots of encouragement I entered and completed a triathlon today. It’s my 52nd birthday too. A baby triathlon called a Super Sprint: 300m swim, 10km ride and a 2.5km run.
For the last six weeks since my knee has started to heal I’ve been carefully testing it out with little brick sessions (a brick is a ride followed up by a run). It’s gone really well; slowly slowly wins the rehab race. Wednesday night I ran 5kms with no issues. The knee is about at 98%.
The sun was out for triathlon number one. 24°C. The water was like a pond, calm and clear but icy. I’m really pleased with how it went. The objective was to finish. I did that and I’m thinking it was under the hour but I don’t know for sure because I didn’t fuss with any timing devices (even though my Polar RC3 GPS records cycling and running, I left it at home). I wasn’t last. I think I was second last.
Here are a few little videos that Pauly took. I need to work on my swim to ride transition! There were two events on at the same time, the one I was in and a Sprint distance triathlon which is pretty much double what I did.
I want to say a big thank you to Pauly who took me out for a trial of the race a month ago. He kept me going. I want to say thank you to Mum and Dad who came to watch and clapped and cheered. I want to say thank you to Louise for encouraging me and keeping me strong. I want to say thank you to Janette for encouraging me and keeping me strong and she made a super human effort and was able to come and watch the start before zooming off to other commitments. I want to say thank you to Sam for her inspiration and encouragement. I want to say the biggest thank you to Bruce for lending me the bike. He lent me the bike before I hurt my knee and at the time I was feeling very unsure about attempting a triathlon so close to an ultra. As it turns out focusing on the triathlon was the best thing ever. I am very grateful for wonderful friends and family. And as for that Canadian Cheer Squad – you ladies should hire yourselves out!
This week has been a tough one. For the last three weeks my beautiful pussy cat Minite had been hiding in the cupboard and just not himself. Initially I put this down to the Tasmanian Devils living under the house. In the last week he lost quite a bit of weight. He wasn’t himself so I took him to the Vet. After a scan it was confirmed that he had advanced intestinal cancer. I made the gut-wrenching decision to allow him to go to sleep. I am heart broken. He was more than a cat to my family. He was a cherished family member. The person who knows all our secrets. The person who gave us unconditional love (as long as we fed him that is). He was with me during some of the most troubling times in my life before I met Pauly. Then my beautiful Mintie adapted to being a farm kitty without a hitch. In fact he loved his eight years here more than his eight years as a town pussy cat. He was in his element. My beautiful boy was 16 years old.
Today I nearly gave up and didn’t do the triathlon because my heart is just too broken. I’m glad I didn’t. For life goes on. The worse thing that I could do for the memory of Mintie would be to give up. He was no quitter that beautiful cat. I will never forget the hard times he helped me through. Today was for him.
It’s time to mourn and be sad. But soon the time will be to remember the happiness and joy that my cat brought to my family. I’m so grateful that the stars lined up and Mintie joined our family. This grief is worth the richness that he brought my children and I.
It’s with a lot of sadness that I tell you that my beautiful friend Louie lost her most cherished puppy dog Eddie only a few weeks ago, also to cancer. I didn’t want to write about this because she has been so sad and I didn’t want to upset her. I hope that we can navigate this time of mourning and find our happy again very soon. Our running will help us and soon Louie, I will be back running distance with you complete with non-stop talking and chatter and laughs and shrek-like noises! We will never stop missing and loving our fur babies but one day soon we will find our happy x
With finishing a triathlon I have a problem. I simply can’t call myself Unsporty when I’ve completed a multi-sport event. I can run with the notion that running is an activity and not a sport. But this notion of activity doesn’t run to swimming or cycling. More on this later.
Next Saturday Louise and Pauly will be lining up for the Bruny Island Ultra. Go Team Louie and Huey!!!
Happy running 🙂