Getting Comfortable With Being Uncomfortable

This is my first season of triathlon. Swim, bike, run. Easy. Most of us have been doing these things most of our lives. I learned to swim in elementary school at the Lawrence YWCA (once while waiting for our ride, my brother threatened, “Don’t tell anyone we’re going to the Y because they’ll see girls in the car and know we’re going to the YWCA.”) I followed the natural progression of tricycle (green with a pickup bed) to training wheels (on a hand me down) to three speed (with a banana seat and brakes that locked when you peddled backwards). And as kids, we need to be told not to run.

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