I may be making parts of this up, but I know that it's at least truth-y. A few years ago, my two male co-workers (pictured above) turned 39 together (there's just something about guys and those big birthdays, I tell ya), and decided to run a short-course triathlon. They've done it every year since (7 years now, I verified that fact), with other co-workers joining in and out. While there's joking competition, the real goal is always just to finish and have a good time.
This is the first year I've been in shape to join them, so I was excited to give it a "tri". (See that? I was punny in a not-at-all creative way!) I trained a little, but I was still unusually nervous. There are just a lot of parts to a tri that aren't present in a simple run. What if I freaked out in the water? What if I crashed my bike? What if I forgot to take off my helmet for the run? What if my "sexy" triathlon pants...well, let's just stop there.
Fortunately, the race went smoothly. The swim was do-able, if not pretty. The bike went much better than I expected. And the run...eh, I know how to do that part. I finished in an hour and 35, which was just a little over my goal.
Trying to work in doing all three sports in the weeks before was too complicated to make it a regular thing, (read: I'm not abandoning running for triathlon anytime soon), but I think I just might sign up to duke it out with my co-worker's again next year.