Sunday, July 5, 2009
Sometimes It Takes A Friend
I registered in February to participate in a Trek sponsored triathlon scheduled for next Sunday, July 12th. I've been swimming, biking and running so I'm in shape and I know I can go the distance. Last year was my first attempt at a triathlon in close to thirty years. I finished in fine form and enjoyed the training and the actual race day. Unfortunately, my enthusiasm is absent this year. As July approached, I tried to get pumped up; I wanted badly to be excited about the challenge; I wanted to do what I set out to do, but since I did it last year, I had nothing significant to gain. The spark that drew me last year to travel to the race site, spend the night, arise at 4:00AM and be amidst 4,000 other competitors is presently dim at best.
Yesterday, my very good friend, Sarie, asked me how I was feeling about the upcoming triathlon. We are very close friends who communicate through e-mails. In fact we met through the online writing class I speak of frequently. Sarie and I share our lives with each other regularly, so when she asked me how I was feeling about the triathlon, I came right out and told her.
Sarie had sensed I was dragging my heels even before I admitted it to myself, but since we think very much alike, she was sensitive. She didn't discourage me, but instead helped me see the situation, my true feelings, needs and wants. By presenting me with a simple question, she prompted me to face the facts. After a couple more e-mails between us, I woke up this morning and made the decision to let the triathlon go on without me. This morning I ran three miles because I wanted to, not because I needed to.
I've been irritable, angry, depressed, and a handful of other negative emotions because I was pushing myself to do something I didn't really want to do. I'm sixty years old but I couldn't see that my attempt to pursue a no longer desirable goal was actually self-destructive.
Sarie is a rare friend who knows me better than I know myself. Visit her blog at www.dayspringsarah.blogspot.com. It's always a happy place she'll make you feel welcome. That's my Sarie.
(Sarie gave me the book in the photo above. The author's voice reminds her of the way I write so she ordered it and had it sent to me. Pretty nice, huh?)