I've been into competitive sports for about 6 years now, competing in different areas of both individual and team sports. But I begin moving into individual sports for th last 4 years when I got involved in track training. I guess every individual sport has its good and bad. However, team sport or individual sport, none of this matter as much as th athlete's focus.
What matters most isn't walking home from a race with a medal, (well... a medal is just a bonus). But what makes every race worth participating is knowing how much effort you made at every training, feeling th pain from every injury you got, tasting your perspiration and knowing that th aim of getting your mind all set for th race is to finish th race strong.
Sunday marks my 1st ever Duathlon at th TRIBOB SPRINT SERIES 2011.
Getting all heated up before my warm-up:
Warming those muscles up:
Check out th transition area : (run > cycle > run)
Th transition area was really messy. You'll expect every bike on th rack to be say.... barely 12inches away from each other? That was how crowded it was. Having to dismount my bike was seriously a pain in th ass.
Start point: Run: 1.5km
In case you're wondering why my competitors are all adults, I participated in th race category for ages 16-39. But... Don't underestimate them, they are well-experienced duathletes.
Bike Transition:
After transiting, we had to cycle a total of 12km. During my painful 12km cycle (all thanks to my knee injury), I gave myself no reason to give up because I could hear my dad cheering me on by th side of th road. He kept shouting "Forget th pain, keep your head in th race, you're already in th lead."
It was really heart-warming seeing my Dad cheer me on, he has never been to any of my races and this was th first race he showed up for.
After th 12km cycle, HELL broke loose th moment I got off th bike. My legs were literally wobbly and th pain of my right knee was excruciating.
Th pain was unbearable. It felt like I had a sharp nail in th middle of my knee cap and I was limping and tearing while running my last lap of 1.5km.
Last Lap:
My Dad ran behind me for my last 100m, he said "Go on, push harder, this is yours to win, forget th mud on your shoes, Daddy will wash it for you ok? So now, RUN!"
Hearing my Dad's voice made me push harder and I gave my last final burst.
Tasting th Grand Finale~
That's Jo and his deares Azel
I swear Jo has th sweetest and most supportive GF who came down to watch him race.
That's my Daddy, Daddy if you ever chance upon my blog, I just wna tell you how much it meant to me to have you come down to show your support at my race. I know mommy and you have never really liked th idea of me training so hard in sports, but to have you show up and cheering me on meant everything to me. Thank you, Daddy.
"It's at th boarders of pain and suffering that th winners are separated from th quitters."
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