The End of the Dream

Well folks, it's been fun thinking about doing an Ironman. Unfortunately, reality has reared its ugly head, and it is not financially feasible. I knew it was going to be tight, but I thought that if my only races next year were the Rev3 half and Germany, that I could swing it. And since I (hopefully) will be getting a new job in the next few months (because my current one ends in April), it seemed like the perfect time to take the plunge, as I could negotiate those days off into a contract.

However, I am not making ends meet. A lot of it is my own doing, either by trying to keep up with friends, all of whom make significantly more money than I do, or by feeling like I don't have any friends, and buying things to make myself feel better. Either way, the reality is a whopping credit card bill. The reality is that I've been existing in the red since I moved to Boston. The reality is that triathlon is an expensive sport; I wasn't trying to buy a P3 (or whatever the latest model is), I just wanted to participate on my 10 year old used bike and have a good time with friends. But the reality is, while I love triathlon, I can't afford it. I think I might have to give up my gym membership, and/or sell my bikes. It feels like when I went to college, and sold my cello, and closed the 'musician' chapter of my life.

So, that's that. Thanks for following along, I appreciate the encouragement and the belief that I could get it done. I am so disappointed I can't fully express how upset I am right now. It's just ironic that after all the debate about being fast enough, or thin enough, or good enough, and should I quit triathlon, I finally committed to doing Germany, and doing my best, just to have the rug pulled out from under me. I could have saved myself a lot of agony and tears!

Next blog: my road to financial solvency. LOL