The defining moment in my life happened in 2014. In October, after I came back from an Ultra-triathlon race in Virginia.
At that race, I had committed to completing 4.8 miles swim, 224 miles bike and 52.4 miles run. I thought I did everything I could since I trained very hard for it, but I didn’t factor in how I would react, think and adjust when faced with heavy rain and thunderstorms. I only finished 4.8 miles swim, 150 miles bike and 26.2 miles run.
To others, this distance might have sounded amazing, but to me, all I could think about was that I didn’t meet my goal. I didn’t see the results of all my hard training. Worst part was that I couldn’t deny to myself that I had made excuses during the race. While I was riding in the cold darkness and rain, my head was full of negativities and “what ifs”. They were so loud and real, I convinced myself to pull out. Next day in the bright daylight, I regretted it bitterly. I had quit too soon, before giving it my best fight.
On November 2014, a month after the ultra-triathlon race, I was scheduled to race Ironman Arizona (IMAZ). Due to the lack of recovery time, I had caught a cold, sore throat and was coughing when I toed the start line of IMAZ. I finished the race, but didn’t see the result of all my sacrifices in training, just like what happened a month ago in Virginia.