This
picture tells the tale of why you should train. This was my first
triathlon back in 1983, when I was 16 years old. As you can see,
I was in fashion at the time with touring bike shorts and calf high
socks. I also had a 27-pound Soma Sport bike to go with it.
So, how did
I end up looking this way? The challenge to compete in a triathlon
came about through my brother, Steve, who is seven years older than
me. He was a competitive swimmer and I always strived to break his
swimming records growing up. He had done a couple of triathlons
over the previous two years and I watched him compete at the Topeka
(Kansas) Tinman Triathlon in June (this race is still going on).
I was impressed
with the mystic of triathlon and my brother challenged me to a triathlon
later that summer. I had grown up swimming since the age of seven
and I had been running cross-country and track the past three years
in junior high school. I thought I would give it a try. Besides,
I can't bow down to a competitive challenge from my brother. The
race we selected was the Baptist Medical Center Triathlon (which
also is still running) the same summer in August.
Race day was
hot and humid. The eventual high for the day was 95 degrees with
almost the equivalent in humidity. Over 800 competitors toed the
line in this 1,000-meter swim, 20-mile bike and 7 mile run. Steve
and I ended the swim together and in the top four places. I got
on my 27-pound steed and rode TWENTY miles! This was the longest
ride of my life! I dropped my brother somewhere during that time
and then I headed out on the death march, I mean run. I would say
this was closest to one of the longest runs I had ever done at the
time.
The run was
devastatingly hot and humid. I wanted to walk so badly. I didn't
know where my brother was and I was running scared thinking he was
on my tail since I was dragging my toenails along the ground. The
picture you see is myself about 50 meters from the finish line.
When my mom saw me cross the finish line she said I looked as white
as a ghost and she never wanted me to do one again
I listened
to her! I crossed the line and I went straight in the lake water
to cool off in its 85-degree temperature.
To make a long
story a little bit shorter, I finished seventh overall and I beat
my brother by 28 minutes. He hasn't done a triathlon since. I keep
this picture in my office and I look at it often. The main reason
is that it reminds me why I train. I was so sore after that race
and my skeletal system felt so messed up. I couldn't walk for a
week and I had to go down stairs on my butt because my legs would
otherwise lock up. I am sure many of you have had that Frankenstein
walking syndrome.
If you don't
train, then your body will rebel this way. I try to remember this,
yet several times I don't heed my own advice. I forget what the
pain after the race feels like. Two other occasions where I had
amnesia was the 1991 Tucson Marathon where, after taking two months
off and then only training two weeks before the marathon, I decided
on doing the race two days before it. I borrowed racing flats the
day before. Another instance that is embedded in my brain, and body,
was competing in the 1994 Ironman New Zealand after taking three
months off from training when a friend said "Let's go do it,
I'll pay your way" just six weeks before the race. Well, these
are other stories to hash out over a cold beverage.
If you train,
racing is more enjoyable. If you train properly, then you race to
achieve elevated goals. Go take a picture.
Wes Hobson
has competed in over 220 triathlons, from sprint- to Ironman-distance.
He garnered 35 first places, 60 top-three finishes and 96 top-five
finishes during his 12-year professional career that also included
being selected "Triathlete of the Year" by the USOC. Wes
co-authored Swim, Bike, Run, and created three triathlon
and cycling related films. Wes coaches multisport athletes and single-sport
athletes. He can be reached at whperformance@aol.com.
To purchase any of his films or book, visit www.weshobsonperformance.com.