Well, I am in. Signed up for my half ironman distance triathlon this afternoon. No one(other than my wife) would know or care whether I do this or not. It makes no difference in the cosmic scheme of things. In five years, no one will remember the winner, much less some old geezer struggling to finish at the back of the pack. Looking at it like that, it appears as a meaningless, inconsequential endeavor.
But,it is not. I feel there is more to life and to sport, than being remembered. It is an expression, in a large part, of who I am. If I didn't do triathlons, I would do something else that would evoke that same expression from me. I know. Triathlon is not the first passion I have through which I could that expression. Of course, I am hopelessly enamored with this lifestyle: bitten and smitten, not easily converted to a mentality of resignation. Is there really any other choice but to follow my truest self, even if it leads me over a cliff? It is almost like, now that I know, I am both blesed and burdened to kindle that fire within me and to follow its warmth and its light.
"One cannot consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar."Helen Keller
What I love about reading your blog is that just at a moment where I am needing some insight or inspiration, it seems that you post something that is just right. This is just what I needed to read today, your approach to life and to your sport is wonderful. I too am signing up for a HIM this week, once more unto the breach!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Robin. Beautifully written Marvin.
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