This last weekend I participated in the biggest triathlon in the southern hemisphere – the Noosa triathlon. It was my first time at this event and boy did it deliver on the wow factor.

People came from far and wide, each with their own story, varying abilities and fitness levels, first timers, 10th timers, big bold goals, and major motivations to finish this, one of the flashiest most exciting triathlons there is on offer. My age group was one of the largest, women 40-44, from what I could tell most with children either at home or on the sidelines cheering mum on.

Transition was like bike porn. There were huge wads of money dressed up in shiny bike frames and flashy race wheels. It was mind-blowing. If not a little embarrassing as I set my very ordinary roadie up next to one of the top of the line Trek bikes that I can only dream about owning one day. Sighhhh..!

An Olympic distance triathlon is a 1.5 km swim, 40km ride and 10 km run. Its hard to wing this one, you need to train. Train I did, but by the time the race spun round I felt like I should have done more. When I was racing, especially on the hot run, I realized that I should have done more. But I also had a fantastic, enlightening, invigorating, and empowering realization. I could not have done more. The last few months have been incredibly hectic for me. My daughter broke her leg and has needed a lot of help with a lot of life stuff. 6 weeks later it was still broken so we needed to recast it and have another two weeks. I have joined a new business mentoring group which is fantastic and motivating but has a solid time commitment each week too. As much as I benefit from this its time to find each week. I have also started to write a book. I have a 1000 words a day challenge so the only time I can do this is at 4.30 in the morming most days, before early clients or my training. These things on top of the regular demands of working in and running my own business, raising two girls and meeting all their needs and commitments and trying to squeeze in a conversation or two with my poor neglected husband and life has been crazy busy these last few months.

So yes I felt a bit underprepared. To cater to Kate and her appointments I had to miss some training sessions. To just stop and have dinner with my husband once or twice I also missed a swim squad or two. To have breakfast with my daughter before she left for school camp for a week I also missed a run session. I would usually feel guilty missing training and I know I am definitely happier days when I train earlier but my family needed me, and lets be honest I needed the time with them too. Some mornings at 5.30 I had been on a roll with my writing so skipped a ride to do 2000 words that day.

The swim was long. In my first few strokes I stroked straight through a snake! Oh good god, just keep swimming. Where are the frigging buoys? How long is this swim?

Ok now that’s over, lets hit the bike. Come on legs work.

Wow this is fun, what a great course. Oh this is awesome. What pretty forest. Hill, that’s not a hill, have you been to lilyfield rd? weeeeeeeeeee! Hey I think only two people in my age group overtook me, tops! Oh shit is that the finish line already? Awesome now lets hit the run.

Now bear in mind I consider myself a runner first and triathlete second so I always look forward to the run. So off I went to the following dialogue.

Cool, nice pace Joan keep up the good work.

This isn’t too bad actually, not bad at all.

Oh, hang on, its pretty hot.

Oh dear what if I have to walk. How embaressing.

Oh good lord its hot.

Shit here come the bricks.

Ouch. Shut up legs. Ouch. Shut up heart.

What actually hurts Joan? Yes but its bearable just keep going.

I should have trained more

Have to train more before the next race.

Shut up legs.

Oh no! I really need to go to the toilet.

Its only 6 k’s just keep running.

Stuff this I’m going back to running.

Oops no, I really need to go or I’m going to wet myself.

How about those bushes.

Or those bushes.

Over there

Half way – woohoo!!!

Just here

Could I go into the servo?

Down by the bank.

Do I care who sees my bum?

Thank god a portaloo.

Go go go, oh shit someone is in there…

ooooohhhhhh, what a relief!

Ok let’s go, no excuses now lets finish this mofo.

That’s better.

Doo doo doo.

Oh shit who put that dirty big brick wall in the middle of the path? Ouch.

Legs? Hello legs?

Loving those sprinklers, thanks guys.

Oh that poor woman she has a mud beard.

Hey 7kms, only three to go. Woohoo!
I should have trained more.

Well you know what Joan, I disagree. You have been really busy. You have a lot on your plate. You trained the best you could. You made some choices. You are nearly finished a book for goodness sake. Kates leg is better. She is happy now. Its onwards and upwards for her and you from here on in. You rock! You are in Noosa with your family and some lovely friends running in a beautiful race, you are one lucky bugger. You have a LOT to be grateful for, least of all your ability to do this MOFO race in the first place. Far out you are awesome. Life is awesome. Woohoo, lets fucking finish the best you can. Go.

Set some goals and enjoy the journey of getting there. Its not about the result its about you. It makes training more focused and fun. Finishing gives you a feeling of achievement and a sense of pride that you cant get anywhere else.

The celebrations afterwards with your friends are enjoyable too!

So the best result for me was not my PB on the bike , or to keep swimming after the close encounter with my swimming scaled friend, but the spin from quite negative to positive self-talk. The self-congratulations and realization that I had done the best I could with the choices I made and was more than a good result. I’m ecstatic.

Most mums I’ve met could benefit from being a bit nicer to themselves and drowning out their negative self talk. Book an event and get started on your journey today. If you need help with your training program give me a hoy, I would be more than happy to see you achieve your goal.

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