Tuesday, January 08, 2008

From the archives... or: Nothing Ever Changes

The other day I was digging through the archives with a coworker, trying to find
a picture from my Ironman race. As we were digging, I found an entry I wrote that surprised me. When I started talking about doing this fast, I mentioned wanting to put things on the shelf. Apparently, five years ago, I was still talking about packing things up and putting things on the shelf.

Reading closer, those things have changed. When I first read the entry, I didn't read closely. I thought that I was talking about putting the same things on the shelf. There are some things that are still there from five years ago, but I think they've changed enough that I can say I really have progressed in my life.

Anyway, I'll let me speak for myself...


As I was out running yesterday night, I was really kind of thinking about why I'm doing this. Why am I doing the Ironman and is it for the right reasons? Unrequited love is a powerful thing. It can be a hard thing to get over, and even after you meet the most amazing person in the world, who changes everything about you for the better, there are those nagging things that you want revenge over. Part of Ironman at first for me was to shove athleticism down the throat of the girl that told me I would never be an athlete. I thought, what could be the most extreme thing I could ever do that would prove once and for all that I won't live up to that comment. That, as much as anything else was fuel.

I came to the realization though, and brought it up to myself again just now, that those words wouldn't even be in her mind anymore. She spoke them without even thinking and they floated off into the distance. She could have no idea how they scarred me. I've already proven to myself that I can be athletic, and Angela has been really supportive in letting me know what I am in her eyes. That itself means more than I could even say. Still, that wound is there. I pray it'll go away. In fact, until yesterday on my run, I was assuming it had gone away. I thought about elementary school and David Wilke's 7 minute mile... being so envious of his speed. I thought about the years of taunting and teasing, crater face, fatboy and I ran from that.

Y'know, maybe what I'm aiming for in Ironman is just sheer running away from my past. But maybe it's not entirely running away from my past. Maybe it's putting a seal on it. That putting myself in that situation and burning off that chaff and struggling through that event is going to put an endcap on it. Finish it off for good.

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