Fear can be crippling. So instead of letting it hold you back…choose to stand tall, be the best version of yourself and learn from the mistakes.
It’s 4am on Sunday, I’m awake and I’m on the road. It’s not often that I’m up before the sun but I’m excited. I’m on my way to Raby Bay to compete in my second ever triathlon. Let me set the record straight, it is a baby triathlon…400m swim, 5km bike ride and 2km run…I’m not that fit!
My heat is due to start at exactly 7:13am, so for the next hour after transition closes I hang out with all the cool kids in the toilet line dreaming of the coffee I haven’t had.
It gets to 6:55am and the heats have started so I take this opportunity to run up and have a look at the bike transition so I know where I’ll need to run in and out. Once I’ve checked this out I stroll back to the water thinking I still have a few minutes to kill (keep in mind that I have no watch – mistake!). I get to the water and what do I see, silver caps floating in the water (every heat has a different colour – most probably to avoid the following…). I run over to one of the officials and ask for the time, she confirms that it is in fact 7:13…the sound of the race gun blasts. My race is underway as I clumsily run down the jetty. I see that the next heat is full of 30 young guys and I consider the possibility of starting with them…the race official shakes her head and tells me to jump in and start before the boys. So I’m off…giving a great imitation of a flailing dog, all the while my head is racing with thoughts of how on earth someone manages to miss a race which is uniformed with colour coded swimming caps.
Got to love a Sunday sleep in….but how about his view?!
What makes you smile?
I’m truly blessed in life to have so many reasons to smile. I have a great job, I’m studying in an area that clicks with who I am, I have a wonderful family & friends I wouldn’t be without & I’m healthy.
What is it about photographs that are so important to us? For me, it is a memory. A memory of a time, place, event or person that has somehow impacted my life and made me who I am today.
I’ve never particularly liked being in photos, but I guess the creation of a camera/phone in which you can capture ‘selfies’ has made it easier for people to feel confident in capturing lifes special moments. In my opinion there is nothing wrong with the odd ‘selfie’, don’t we all have the right to like how we look in pictures? After all, with the creation of social media platforms such as Instagram and Facebook the photos are documented in a way which I’m sure is likely to out last us entirely.
I think the moment I realised what I was missing out on in doing my best to avoid photos, was when I was 16 and my dad died. I have a total of 10 photographs in which both my dad and myself are the subjects. Out of those 10, the oldest I am in any of them is about 11 years old. The hard thing about this, is as I get older the memories that are going to stick around are going to be the ones captured by pictures. To be honest, most of the pictures I have reflect memories that I was too young to even remember.
Lesson learnt…now, I’m a serial Instagramer.
Today I have printed out a whole stack of photos; a reflection of my life in the year 2012 (as this is when I first got Instagram) and I have decided that I am going to attempt to create a book which I will add to each year with photos and memories. I understand this concept is nothing new to many people but I’m looking forward to creating a journal which I can look back on in years to come when I’m getting old and wrinkly so I can remember all the good times I have had.
For those of you out there who don’t like to be in photos, challenge yourself! Jump into the photo, you never know how much that might mean to someone else in years to come. After all life goes by so quickly, isn’t it always lovely to look back on photos from 10 years ago and remember?! Chances are you’ll look back on that photo and realise how gorgeous you actually were.