This was the first and only piece of work I have written on my own, outside of the classroom. In the fall of 2018, I was training hard for many late summer and fall triathlons, to the point where it taking a serious toll on my schoolwork, my health, and my social life. My close friends and family started to express some concern, and I started to question why exactly I was dragging my body through all this torture. I turned to writing as a way to explore exactly why I was so addicted to it. After a few months of many drafts, I think I finally found my answer.
This memoir is set during one of my fall triathlons and, similar to an actual triathlon, contains transition points-but the transitions here are mental and emotional rather than physical.
Compared to my “Obstacles as Opportunities” memoir, I feel that this memoir provide deeper metaphors that really hammer home the feelings I attempt to convey.
Number 9 was for all the Latin naysayers out there. This one's for all those who question the sanity of triathlons. For all my friends and family who were looking out for me: thank you for expressing your concern and for looking out for me. It was a rough semester, but I have absolutely no regrets. This is why I pushed myself to the brink so many times-and why I would willingly do it all over again.