博客來Ever been so worn down that the idea of setting a goal - let alone reaching one - felt out of reach?
Beginning on a cold, drizzly fall day in 2020, during the Covid pandemic, this book follows the author through a year of false starts, doubt, and quiet determination, as he decides not just to ＂get back into shape,＂ but to attempt something that made very little sense at the time: becoming a triathlete.
With a self-deprecating, tongue-in-cheek voice, he recounts training for and racing three Ironman 70.3 events, despite having virtually no experience in swimming, cycling, or distance running. Along the way, he fumbles race transitions, learns triathlon lingo, masters the art of grabbing bottles at speed, endures desert heat as a cold-climate Canadian, and swims in Florida lakes where the alligators are not metaphorical.
From the embarrassment of relearning how to swim in a children’s pool, to the fear of open water and the private doubt of whether he belonged in the sport at all, this is not a story about talent or transformation. It’s a story about showing up, paying attention, and discovering - often reluctantly - what effort reveals over time.
You don’t need to be an athlete, or have finish-line goals, to recognise yourself here. This is a book about trying, stumbling, and slowly remembering who you are along the way.
