Ever Tried. Ever Failed.

I used to take tremendous pride in my athleticism; so much so, I got a tattoo to celebrate some of my accomplishments. My friend Chris stood in a doorway watching when the needle first pierced my skin to etch my pride, my joy, what I lived for, on my leg. Chris is a friend that has been by my side at every pivotal moment from my teenage years, to this day. She shows up for me, always. In fact, the first night she spent away from her kids was to support me during my second Half Iron distance triathlon, so it only made sense for her to be there when I got the tattoo.

People have invested so much into me and my athleticism. I invested so much into me and my athleticism, so to let it all go is, quite frankly, embarrassing. To go from self propelling myself 26.2 miles by foot, and 70.3 miles by swim bike run, to struggling with getting out of the house with my sneakers on is not a good feeling. It sucks...

So how does one go from Couch to Athlete back to Couch? I wish I could put my finger on the moment my life started shifting back to couch, but that is expending energy on my past, when I should be expending energy on today. I would love to make some big declaration that I'm going to change everything starting today, but that would be unrealistic. What I can do is try... After all:

So, as of today, I will again TRY!!!

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