This isn’t really Unsupportoman

A few things today made me realize that there really is no such thing as Unsupportoman, and if there was, it would be a pretty sad thing. This afternoon while catching up on the #IMSG hashtag, I came across this post where this woman was thanking everyone who brought her up to this point, where she’s ready for her race.

All this training (and rest) has really made me reflect on my life to this point. I didn’t just get to this place over the last 6 months. It has been a journey over a decade in the making. There are so many people who have been there. So many turning points I’ve navigated. I have to pause and applaud so many people in my life. Here’s the short/long list (in no particular order and definitely not all inclusive) 🙂

While my journey for this race hasn’t been particularly long, it is a huge part of a much bigger one. I mean my story isn’t special. It seems like most people who get into these types of events have slayed dragons of their own. Part of this for me this is a big “fuck you” send-off party to my fat, lazy, weak former self. Other parts are personal.

Add everything up and it’s not just a race. Yeah, I’m joking that you can string together a *man of your own. It’s not really that big of a deal. The training isn’t that bad, the distances aren’t really that long, you’ve got ample time to finish. I wouldn’t say it’s easy, but if you’ve done the training and luck is on your side, anyone can do it. It’s not a brand, or an excuse to get a logo tattoo. It’s not about numbers, data, scores, timing, or output. It’s not even about finishing the race.

What that post started to make me realize is it hasn’t just been my journey. There have been so many people who have been there with me all along. The old friends who have listened to me go on incessantly about the minutia of training every freaking day. The ones who gave me encouragement when things were looking bleak. The coach who understood when my head was out of it before I did, and helped me through it. The like-minded tweeps who are sharing the same experiences and giving encouragement of their own. The pool lanemates who pushed me harder and gave me reason to laugh. The friends who I know will be watching my splits during the race. The friends who have been through it before—understanding what I’m about to go through better than I do—and knowing exactly how to help.

When I left the pool early tonight, the whole session stopped to say bye and to wish us luck (and shit—apparently in French this is a good thing). It felt so good to have such a warm send off. I sat in the car for ten minutes before I could get myself to leave. I wanted to hold on to that moment just a little longer.

It made me feel really lucky for having all these types of people in my life. This man is completely supported. That’s what this is all about.

Okay, so can I get an </emo> tag or something in here? Sheesh. Now back to our regularly scheduled geek out.