Reincarnation?

I've often wondered if people/animals can or are resurrected after they're gone from whatever current life they're in. That would make life a true never-ending circle with phases & periods throughout time. (This poses the question of what some unfortunate soul had to do to get stuck with a cockroach or some other such animal that's nearly indestructible and/or lasts a really long time....and makes me hope I can avoid that should I be given the choice...) Should it be something that happens I've already called dibs on being a dolphin for myriad reasons that are insignificant. But that's not my point...on a smaller scale, I do believe that we have the ability to re-create ourselves throughout our existing life span, should the need present itself & the soul require it. I've gone through at least a couple such transformations and would also like to think that these are all a part of growth/growing. Maybe the universe is really just a giant merry-go-round?


This meager literary adventure started as a way to capture my experience heading into Silverman, what used to be known as the toughest iron-distance tri out there. A convenient way to capture my thoughts & keep those that weren't in Vegas with me up-to-date in the goings-on & a simple outlet to capture my race report for all time. It morphed into a nice way to blow off some steam, capture my thoughts & training processes, to keep a log of how I processed both the milestone and the minutiae of daily life. For the past two years, three if you want to look at it from an athletic standpoint & include the Cleveland debacle, I've not done a good (or even adequate) job of processing through these things, just more going with the flow & taking things as they come to me. It's plainly evident that Cleveland was a damn farce, a segment of my life in which I was quite directionless and clueless as to who I really wanted to be. I always said I'd never let my life live me but I did exactly that for almost a full year. At least coming to Tennessee started some of that journey back to reclamation....for the most part.

I missed swimming. It was the easiest to pick back up & dedicate myself to. It's the sport that has always come easiest to me and this adventure has been no exception. I got back in the pool with the intention of resurrecting the triathlete that had been sitting quietly in the wings for awhile. Silverman took a monumental toll on my body and mind, such that racing triathlon was a bit more than I cared to take on again for awhile. I eased back into that process a bit, but clung more to the exploration of running while taking on some marathons. It's another easy way out - I know I have no pressure to be a fast runner & thus my obligations are completing what I enter. I still relish the blessings, drive and gift that each of these events is to me - I know there are many out there that can't or don't choose to experience them. But getting back into the swimming world reignited a passion that's been dormant and largely unexplored in my adult life.

Just before Big Shoulders, 2013

I compete both in the pool & in open water, from mid-distance to marathon swims. I'm able to show up & know who I am at these events. There are no doubts for me in the water - life makes sense, I know that I'm fully capable of doing what needs to be done at any given time. I've been able to train up to a level near where I was when I quit swimming after high school. I'm older now so of course I'm not quite as fast - amazing what you realize you could have done after-the-fact when time takes away some of the easy speed - but I've found an ability to just swim forever. I'm sure my shoulders will only last so long if I'm not careful, but my swimming endeavors over the past couple of years have been nothing short of life-saving. Swimming at master's nationals up in Indianapolis this past spring, utilizing my knowledge & background to help teach swim school with kids/adults, completing/racing multiple 5k swims last summer in prep for a 10mi swim in October, to rounding out the schedule with a number of local/regional meets as well. Swam Big Shoulders again last weekend (pictured) & dropped almost 11-12 minutes off my 2009 time in similar conditions. Swimming another 5k next weekend that I did last year & we'll see what happens. I may soon even start coaching part of my master's team as well. It's mind-boggling to think now that I was away from this for so long. But as mentioned above, the neatest part of life is being able to realize these things....better late(r) than never.


But I've not picked the triathlon back up. Oh I've thought about it, looking into multiple events & still doing the tri down at the florabama almost annually. But I've not really picked up the running or cycling again as I've shoved myself into the water for the past 20 months or so. Honestly, it's pure cowardice & ego. There are some amazing athletes here and I really don't want to get crushed. What if I can't ride like I used to, or what if I can't put it all together anymore? How can I find time to train & still be the swimmer that's so integral to my identity now? Can it be done?

When you feel like things are missing &/or you don't know "what comes next" then there's always an emptiness lurking around the edges of your consciousness. For a person like me that's just damn annoying & leads to some really unhappy moments. There are some big changes afoot & it's about time I stood up to do what I want to do, to be who I want to be & to not take any flak or make any excuses about that. If that person is unacceptable to anyone else then maybe they should re-evaluate whatever it is that makes them want to be around me. Some say to be an endurance athlete/triathlete is an inherently selfish mindset, I say so be it, what's your point & that's certainly not a shocking trait to anyone that's known me for long. No one should have to put parts of their personality, their very essence, on hold or dampen their enthusiasm for life at any given time at the request of another (or even for the very wish of another). If you don't like the scenery, the destination or the driver, get the hell of the bus.

I signed up for Ironman Chattanooga a couple of weeks ago. It's about damn time that I got off my ass & quit being too scared of not being good enough to even try. That's not who I am, it's not what I want my legacy to be, it doesn't even make sense to me. So I'm going to do a branded race (almost an even bigger shock than anything else) in its inaugural year....while picking up other races I haven't ever done throughout the summer. The winter will be base-building & figuring out how in the hell to ride my bike AND run AND swim again....

The beauty of our human life is that nothing has to be permanent if you don't want it to be. If you're not happy with something, you (usually) have the ability/capability/possibility to change it as needed or keep looking until you do find something that makes you happy. In theory, I also believe this should be a continuous process of evaluation & change. Maybe, however, the greatest opportunity throughout all of our lives is the ability to pick & choose what elements to keep/resurrect/trash as we move from one phase to another. When along this journey you lose your way, maybe it is as simple as back-tracking until you knew you weren't lost & changing incremental things as you step forward. Or possibly it's a matter of just plucking whatever the component or trait from your past was that made you who you want to be & reincarnating that into your life or personality. Either way, I suppose the most important thing is to move forward with each day being the person that you want to be - incorporating incremental or major changes as needed.