Hello. My Name is Clarke, and I am a Triathlete

No, not an alcoholic, a triathlete. But it is a problem that affects every aspect of my life. I wake up thinking about it, I spend all day focused on it, spend all my money on it, it’s even starting to affect my family. I worry that when my children grow up, they too will see what I have done, and become triathletes as well. And though my wife Kristi isn’t into the hard stuff like me, she’ll do a little cardio with me every now and then.

Now being a triathlete may not come as a surprise to anyone that knows me. For me, I really honestly didn’t realize it until yesterday. Let’s rewind to about a year ago when I was shopping at Tri-it multi sport in Calgary. On the clearance rack was a inexpensive, comfortable hoodie that across the chest was the words ‘Triathlete.” Had it said nothing, I would have bought it, but because it said ‘Triathlete” I couldn’t. Because in my mind I was not a triathlete. Fast forward to yesterday when I got a phone call from Rob, a friend I used to work with. We chit chatted about our lives and what is going on, and during this conversation I realized that the things I do all revolve around triathlon; (maybe :, maybe a comma?) Sleep, food, summer holidays, vacation, free time, and even what I spend my free cash flow on. I even have a website that I talk about triathlon, and now my mom has made shirts with my website and logo, because even she knows I am a triathlete. Everything pointsto the fact that I am, by definition, a triathlete.

Does this mean I get the password to the club? Does someone finally tell me the secret handshake? Or maybe it’s an addiction that I need to kick, and the first step was identifying that I have the addiction? Or maybe it’s something that I need to embrace to get better, and the next step to great improvement is to accept that I am a triathlete?

Most likely nothing changed excep that  through my enjoyment of the sport I have unknowingly become a participant in it. But a part of me does sincerely hope that I have reached triathlon enlightenment, and triathlon Buddha is going to come and give me the password to the club and teach me the secret handshake. That would be wicked cool.

I will end this post with the story of why I am not entering the lottery to get to race in the world championships in Kona.

If I won the lottery and got a chance to compete in the world championships, I would have to go. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity to say that I got to race in Kona with the best triathletes in the world. But if I won I would have to pay the $1000 entry fee. $3000 in flights. $1500 in hotels. $2000 in food and entertainment for the week while in Kona. $500 to fly my bike and kit back and forth. A total of $8000. Plus, one day I would get the pleasure of getting up at 3am, to eat and get down to the race, start at 6am, to swim 4 km in the ocean with sharks for 2 hours. Only to get on bike, and ride up a volcano for 180km, into the headwinds of the Pacific Ocean for 8 hours, to get off my bike and run up a volcano again for an entire 42.2km marathon, hoping to finish in 6 hours before midnight. A total of 16 hours of cardio and $8000 just so Mike Reilly can say “Clarke, you are an Ironman!”

This is when winning the lottery isn’t winning.

Except, if I won, I would HAVE to go. Which is why I didn’t enter.

2 thoughts on “Hello. My Name is Clarke, and I am a Triathlete

  1. Justin says:

    I believe you are thinking about the lottery a little wrong! If you enter and get the chance to go, for a measly $8000 you receive a once I a lifetime (for most people) shot at forfilling a dream come true, and upon completion, will have worked and proven enough to drop the name “almost superman”, and earned “pretty much Superman”!!!!!
    Think about, do you want to almost live your life or do you want to say you pretty much lived it to the fullest……….

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