I raced Marble Falls triathlon last weekend. What I didn't get done in France, I got done there. Sure, the stage is a bit different, but a race is a race right? I won the race and had a great time racing a hometown race.
Anyway, heading to Marble Falls and even the ITU Long Course Worlds just re-affirmed why it is that I race. I love it. I love the comraderie of triathlons. I like the training. I like most of the people. It's a life-sport. How may 40 year old men still suit up and play tackle football? Not many. But how many suit up and go do a triathlon...a lot.
I started to write a bit of a rant here, but then I decided against it. Eddie blogged about it or maybe he just emailed me about it. The rant was about the fact that a lot of why I started to do races in the first place has disappeared. I'd like to wax-poetic about the good ole days of triathlons when it was more of a community sport. Where it didn't matter which 'team' you were on, you still hung out after a race for the greater good if you will. But, I won't. I'll just say that regardless of how the sport changes around me, I'll continue to race and train for one main reason...because I love it.