It's been on life support since a bit after Ironman last year. I gave it one last chance to make a comeback - at a sprint triathlon in early July. While the comeback effort was fun, it didn't take. In fact, it might just have been the thing that killed the sport for good.
I've been doing triathlons since 2005. First was Danskin, then came Seaworld... 2006 brought Spenco, Prarieman, Skeese Greets & even some duathlons. 2008 brought races with some age-group placings and a main focus on the Longhorn Half Ironman. 2008 was a banner year. I was the most fit I'd ever been, I was having a blast and I was doing awesome. Then came 2009. I had an obligation to Ironman. I enjoyed it, but not with the same love I had in 2008. Once I crossed the finish line on June 21st, I checked out. Enter life support!
So, I've been doing my fair share of experimenting with different athletic endeavors... belly dancing, being a gym rat, boxing... and they've all been interesting in their own way. I've still been slightly maintaining my tri-abilities, and I put them to the test at Couples. But now that 2 weeks have passed and I still have no interest in picking them up again... I think it's time to admit it. Out loud, to the blogworld and to myself.
The sport of triathlon is dead. For now.
Phew!! With relief, I say that is absolutely fine by me!! It's been an awesome ride... if not an addictive one... and it brought me to where I am now, which is a really happy place where I am free to explore whatever else is out there.
With that, my eulogy shall say, "Thank you, Sport of Triathlon, for getting me to the place I am in now. I wouldn't trade it for anything. I may see you around again one day, but for now I bid you adieu."
*Mind you, I am a gemini. The mere posting of this blog entry may make me change my mind. Wait for it... wait for it... Okay, probably not. :)"
