This has nothing to do with someone taking the papaya I was eyeing this morning, not even anything to do with the man of my dreams. It has to do with Ironman. I, Bree Wee, love Ironman. Ironman Hawaii to be specific. It is after all, my back yard and every little girl loves to play in her backyard! Over some texts with my sister, after I poured my heart out about a particular spot in my life having nothing to do with Ironman, I mentioned how I wish I was more brave, she responded in her firm manner (she is not the nice, cuddly sister), "Bree, you are brave, because if you weren't you wouldn't even be in this position".
Last year when Ironman rolled into town, I trained (maybe) 5 times with returning friends, I did not attend a single pre-race party I was invited to, skipped as much of the town hoopla as possible, and I cried, a lot. Cried because I wanted to race Kona SO BAD. I avoided something I love. It reminds me of 3rd grade when I had a secret crush on the Mexican boy that was new to my class, he spoke no English so the teacher paired him with me (not sure why, I spoke no Spanish back then), anyways she must have thought the 2 of us would work well together in Math. And we did. Then he moved back to Mexico to pick crops. I avoided talking about him, questions when asked where he went, I wouldn't help clean out his desk, and I would not get a new Math partner. Avoiding that (looking back) was not cool for a 3rd grade girl, she loses friends and lands bad Math grades.
Fast forward, I Bree Wee, will not avoid Ironman this year. I will go train with friends in town for the race, I'll show up to a celebration or 2, and I plan to enjoy the hoopla. Why, because I love it and you simply can not avoid what you love. This morning was a very good example...
An invitation to ocean swim with friends doing the race landed in my hands, and I went. I laughed, I enjoyed it, and I even ran into a few other visiting friends down at the pier in town. Then I made plans to join a bike ride, a run, even be some body's "training beeotch" so she can have a push and pull when needed! It was so much more awesome than last year when I tried to avoid it all and landed in a mess of self pity. Now I am in a whirlwind of, "This is awesome, how can I help and what do you need, and where do I meet up?".
I am very happy right now, with a sport that has been so good to me. And something Masuda has taught me, sometimes it is not even about us, once again this time it is not. But I plan to enjoy it anyways...