As I dragged myself out of my warm, cozy, worth-every-penny of a splurge bed this morning, I wondered why the hell I do this. Why do I sit on my bike for hours at a time, take time away from my family to work at getting sweaty and tired.
Some days it sucks. All I want to do is sit on the couch and watch Awkward and drink expensive craft beer. But then I'll get restless, my mind will wander and I'll start to feel sloth-like.
I'm not fast, nor am I going to set any records. But man, my running and races make for great networking and cocktail party stories. It's given me a community and a tribe.
And I guess that's why I keep at it. I'm not going to get any faster or fitter. I'm not going to win the Ironman. But the steps I take make me me, and keep me happy. They're steps into a community. Sometimes they're difficult steps to take, but it's the hard that makes it great to cross the finish line.