How I Caught the Triathlon Bug

The first fall I started living in Madison, Wisconsin I witnessed Ironman Wisconsin for the first time. Instantly, I knew it was something that I wanted to do some day. At the time, I had been riding bikes casually for a while and running enough to likely be able to at least contemplate finishing some sort of triathlon. However, despite growing up on the shore of Lake Superior, the first time I jumped in a pool I could not make it 25 meters without nearly drowning. Over the course of a few months I somewhat taught myself how to not drown and entered a sprint triathlon. I came out of the water second from last, in my water-skiing wetsuit, and nearly sick from all the water I drank. I ended up riding and running my way into 3rd place overall and had the time of my life. It was exciting and somewhat confusing to understand how a person could be so terrible at one aspect of the sport but manage to have a decent result. I spent the next few years learning how to swim, continued to develop on the bike and running, and couldn’t imagine life without the sport of triathlon.