The past couple of days I’ve been asking myself this question, “Why compete?” People workout everyday without ever signing up for a 5K, marathon, or triathlon. My brother thinks it’s ridiculous to pay $50 or $250 for a race entry fee. To be honest, he’s right. Another blog, 321delish had a good post today on the frustrations with triathlon training. I thought it was a sincere post that examined multiple aspects of the sport. Usually we get caught up in the high of finishing a race or even the “idea” of finishing a race. This is enough to coax us out of bed in the morning or onto the road after a long day of work.
So why am I paying ridiculous race entry fees? Why do I sign up for races that force into bed early on the weekends and out of bed at some horrible hour in the morning? Why put myself through the pressure of competing against 1,000 or 10,000 strangers? Who in their right mind wants to get tossed around by the waves and hit by other people swimming? Why do we put our butts through the torture of a hard bike seat just for the sake of a few grams? What about all those blisters my feet have endured?
The reasons pile up and the more I examine my lifestyle, the more I wonder if I’m just crazy. Then, I remember the friends I’ve made through this sport and our shared bond. My lazy nature is countered the moment I have competition. I have purpose when I sweat that has nothing to do with my weight. There’s also the joy of sharing this sport with others, that’s probably my favorite. This sport has given me a healthier outlook on competition, a chance to push my limits, and a place to spend all my extra money. Encouraging other people to challenge their bodies and get healthier is my way of giving back.