"But you're NOT a triathlete."
I've heard these words more than I can count. Each time, it feels like a punch to the gut. It's usually followed by some well-meaning advice.
"You aren't obsessed like they are."
"You're rounder than other triathletes."
"You ride a road bike."
"You haven't done enough races."
Blah. Blah. Blah.
The problem with most of these comments is that they come from people who have never seen me race. I typically finish strong and fast. I work my tail off while balancing life as a mom with three kids. Granted, many days I don't get to shower until after bedtime and there was a moment last week where a WHOLE BOX OF CHEERIOS ended up on the floor. But seriously, does that exclude me from calling myself a triathlete?
Oh yeah... and the 70.3 (Half Ironman) that I did? It was one of the hardest ones in the country.... on a cold, rainy, windy day.
But, you're right. I'm NOT a triathlete.