I've done many things that I considered failures, or at least severely subpar. Today, however, I notched my first DNF in a race. It's strange to be sitting in a hotel room contemplating this fact, but I will choose to list my succeses instead.
1. I started the race. Despite the awful conditions, I showed up. You can't win if you don't try.
2. I swam fairly well, considering the 60-degree water. I didn't swallow too much disgusting river bile, either!
3. My bike worked. Shifting was a tad wonky but what can ya do?
4. I felt good about my physical fitness for the length of this race. I'm in shape.
5. I made the toughest decision: To not endanger myself or others by continuing to ride while dangerously cold and trembling.
I ended the race on my own terms, which is unfortunately not something everybody can say. With the recent death at 3 State 3 Mountain in equally bad conditions fresh on my mind, I chose to live to race another day.
I know, it's not a glamorous end to my second half-iron distance race. But it was necessary. I really appreciate the support from my friends, fellow competitors, Rev3 staff, and the Blount County sheriff who picked me off the side of the road.
Until next time, keep the rubber side down and stay dry.
