Ladies First- WinKC Women’s Triathlon
Women come in all shapes and sizes. Some are strong and others struggle. Some are toned and some jiggle. Some are tweens and some are grandmas.
Many wouldn’t be caught dead being seen in their underwear but their butt covered in Lycra, no problem!
I just completed my third all women’s triathlon. So many reasons to smile and appreciate the opportunity to share an experience with these courageous women. Awaiting the start, nobody cares about make-up or cellulite, muffin tops or pedicures. (Ok, they may care about who has the cutest tri-suit on but that’s to be expected:)
I only knew a few participants personally but I felt like I was at a sorority event. Everybody’s welcome and everybody wins. Well, not actually, but it sure feels like it.
I have participated in literally hundreds of athletic competitions. Most of them dominated by men. Nice eye candy but not nearly as all inclusive.
I don’t know how many times during the race I heard, “Great job, girl!” “Go get ‘em girl!” “You’ve got this!” “You can do it!” Mind you, these are not shout outs from the crowd but from my competitors! I felt guilty when I was focused on the run instead of cheering on those who were whizzing by me.
A girl apologized to me in the middle of the swim for hitting me with her arm. In my Ironman distance competitions, it’s survival of the fittest– hit hard or drown.
Women know how to organize a race. The finish line festivities are more elaborate than at marathons or large triathlons. Women know how to put on an after party:)
The spectators catch on quickly that they are expected to cheer on everyone, not just their precious babe.
An all women’s race reminds me what fitness should be about. Competition doesn’t have to crush sportsmanship. Winning isn’t reserved for those on the podium. The gal that finishes last beat every other woman sitting on the couch that morning.
She walked through fear to prove that life is too short to hold yourself back from trying.
I couldn’t have been more proud just to stand in line with these great ladies. If women supported each other in the workplace like they do at an all women’s triathlon, the glass ceiling would shatter all over the men. Put a group of powerful women together and you can move the world.
Don’t get me wrong. Women can be vicious competitors. I’ve stopped associating with some women who were so competitive they ruined the fun of participating.
That’s why I enjoy this race so much. I’m reminded that women supporting other women insures all of us finish strong.