It was a simpler time back when I was a Tri Newbie, train a little here, train a little there, race a little here, race a little there. I would get in maybe 4 hours of training per week, show up to a race be-bop around like a grinning fool and walk away with my 5th, 6th, 7th or 16th place finish. Then…I really started training, really started getting into a mode where I wanted to see what I might be capable of doing. Then I started winning and winning and winning…at least over short distances that is...long-course, not so much.
Unbeknownst to me the going long is my Tar-Baby. I took a poke at it last year at the Redman Iron Distance race, another swipe with the Soma half-iron. One season, two long-course events…not bad. But you know the story, right? Brer Rabbit and the Tar-Baby? Well I do. My dad used to read me Uncle Remus stories from time to time at bed time…back when Uncle Remus stories were considered acceptable bedtime story fare.
You know that ole Brer Rabbit could not be satisfied with a swipe or two, nooo no, he had to get all in it. So here I am hopping along planning my 2007 season when I eye that long-course Tar-Baby just’a sittin’ up ahead.
I’m just a rabbit, what else can I do..swipe, Ironman Arizona…swipe, Soma…now I’m really gonna get it…kick, Ironman Louisville...kick Duceman half-iron There’s nothing left but the big ole head but, right?
Tri One-O-One, The Woodlands Texas, November 11th, 2007. That’s right, now I’m all up in it. The briar patch of my season has been sewn, the money is paid and the season has grown…there’s nothing left but for Brer fox to stop layin low and come toss me in.
But…you know how the story ends too, don’t you?
"Born and bred in the briar patch. I was born and bred in the briar patch!"