the journey.

So. It's been 2 weeks today since foot surgery. I am clomping around Chapel Hill in my oh-so-sexy black boot/air cast thing. When thinking about what to wear, it gets kind of annoying. Not to mention I can't wear flip-flops (flip-FLOP, singular?) because it will throw off my balance. I've tapered down the pain meds, especially since I can't really do work, take notes, pay attention, or work responsibly in microbiology lab while on medication like Darvocet. Although the pills are a pretty, preppy hot pink, which makes me happy. :) I am going CRAZY not exercising or running. I have a session with a trainer on Tuesday to get an upper-body lifting routine, so I'm happy about that. But, man, not having exercise as a stress reliever makes me crazy. I've been eating a ton, which does not bode well for tri training. I think I've been involuntarily giving people who are running or biking around campus (and there are plenty, believe me) dirty looks. I'm just so jealous! Lesson learned: Never take mobility for granted. EVER. Believe me, I cannot wait to just "go for a run". But all this will make my finishing October's triathlon that much sweeter.

In fact, this sorta reminds me of why I love triathlon so much, even though I have yet to finish my first one. Ever hear the phrase "it's not the destination, it's the journey"? To me, that's sorta how triathlon is. With this sport, yes, you'd like to place, or win; but it's also just about finishing. Because simply finishing takes commitment, effort and dedication. Finishing a triathlon is something to be proud of in itself, and everyone who does the sport, from first-timers to professionals, recognizes this and encourages everyone else. I think that's what I like most about it. The recognition that yes, it's the journey.