I am the little engine that could in a train yard full of the Acela Express.
My sister runs marathons and just did her first Olympic distance triathalon. Her husband runs marathons, does tons of road races, and is most recently training for an Iron Man event.
I know, nuts. Amazing, but nuts.
My brother Brendan has always been a great athlete. But kind of not-too-motivated to exercise up until about 6 months ago. Then he started biking, getting ready to do one leg of a cross-country bike-a-thon with a good friend of his.
And he never looked back.
Now he is on the Acela train with my sister and her husband. I am waving to them from the train yard. “See ya later, have fun!”.
Truth be told, I am at a stage more like that movie title “He’s Just Not that Into You”. Because I am just not that into this. I’m still at the “I think I can, I think I can” stage. Slowly chugging out of the train yard, heading up the hill.
Don’t get me wrong- I am motivated, committed, excited to meet this challenge head on. But we are definitely on different train tracks.
I can get nuts about things. I mean, anything worth doing is worth doing compulsively, right? I am that way about scrapbooking and crafts. I started out with enough material to fill a large shoulder tote. Within a year I could have started my own store.
Very into it. Crazy about it even.
Swimming, biking, running—in that order—not so much.
My brother called me the other night with a handful of triathalons he thought we might be able to do next summer. One in Lowell, MA. Another one called the Black Fly. At the Black Fly there are time trials, an Olympic distance tri and a sprint tri, all in the same weekend.
He thought he might try to do all three.
Oh. My. Gawd.
He is already looking ahead to scheduling things around races. Which I think is fantastic. I am very proud of him.
But it is just not for me.
I cannot ever see myself at the point where I am planning my entire summer and free time around training. Maybe I am wrong. Maybe one day I will wake up and switch will go off in my head an I’ll feel differently about this.
But for now I am content to take the slow track, chugging along.
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.