The Silverman Triathlon was on this weekend back home. This means it’s been an entire year since I’ve competed in a triathlon. To say this feels weird is a massive understatement; it feels unnatural. I’ve come to define myself by which races I’m training for or recovering from. My races keep me grounded and give me purpose. Not training for anything in the past twelve months makes me feel slightly lost. A big chunk of my identity is missing. Obviously, I’ve had good reason to forgo training for now. This year was meant to be about exploring, not training. I wouldn’t be able to put the proper effort into it and enjoy Australia at the same time. But seeing Silverman photos still makes me jealous. I crave the challenge and competition. I miss the sense of accomplishment. I know I will be home soon enough and back into the swing of things, which will include a full-blown training schedule, but that doesn’t quite soothe my current itch. For now, I’m just going to have to make due with my own regimen of running and swimming laps. More importantly, I have to remind myself that there is more to life than training.
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