Chick Magnet

I am very popular with the females in my various training groups …

I would like to say it is because of my keen insight to the training demands on the working gal …

Or maybe it’s my overall sexiness and appeal to the fairer sex …

I would LIKE to say those things but unfortunately it is something entirely different …

I think I am well liked because I am someone they can beat on a consistent basis.

Yes …

I am …

A Chick Magnet ….

I suppose someone has to be, so might as well be me.

I tell myself during the runs that I am helping the coaches by sweeping the rear, making sure no one gets left behind. I am a very good helper … sworn to safety I uphold truth and justice by running or riding slow (on purpose) to make sure no man (or woman) gets left behind. It is a burden, yes, but one I bear with honor and distinction. The trust they have placed in me to bring up the rear cannot be taken lightly. I have even taken it so far as to be not yards behind the group, but miles. We can never be too careful.

I am a model of bravery; an example of the “new man” who is not afraid to be beaten (soundly) by his female counterparts in order to ensure they arrive safely at the completion of the run or ride. I hope they all appreciate my sacrifice and do not take it as a weakness, laughing at me behind my back in the ladies room after that long training session in the sweltering sun.

One of the most awesome things I have found in the last 5 years of training for various events is the strength of the women I have both trained with and raced with/against. This is not a new thing for me. Even as a young man I was drawn to tomboy types, the women who had no problem getting down in the mud and competing with men, so it is probably no surprise to those that have known me my whole life that the strong women I find myself surrounded by have my utmost respect. Even watching triathlons on TV I am constantly pulling for that one woman who beats the men, especially in Kona. I thought it was GREAT when Carfrae had a run split faster than most of the men.

It may also be related to the Killer Instinct, or lack there of, that I have written about before, but I have no issues with being beaten by women. Now, in the endurance sports game, and especially triathlons, this is not a common feeling around most male participants I know. We have all seen them, pushing hard to beat “the girl” to the finish line. Personally, I much rather be beaten by a woman than by a man. I wonder why that is? I am sure it is some some seated issue that I have yet to uncover in my psyche, but strong women garner much more respect from me than men do. Maybe it has something to do with the expectations? I wrote in another post about how I think people who enter a triathlon with FEAR in their hearts, and still compete, are much more brave than those entering and having no fear. Bravery cannot be seen without Fear. If you have no fear, it doesn’t take strength or bravery to enter a race. It is when you are scared to death of the water, and still swim that mile, that shows your heart.

The way I see it is thins, if you are stronger than I am, man or woman, than you deserve to beat me and I will hold no grudge. In fact, I will cheer you on. The best thing about endurance sports, I feel, is that you get out of it what you put into it, as much as that lesson is hard to swallow at times. I sort of liken it to football (as I often do) when one team runs up the score on another team. I have no problem with that, even when it happens to the Dolphins, because as I see it, if you don’t want it to happen than stop it. If you have not done the work, than accept that fact and enjoy the race or training and rejoice in the fact that others are fulfilling their dreams. Everyone has their own story, so be a chapter in it, not a footnote.

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