Gattaca is probably my favourite movie of all time. It’s all about finding strength in the face of what appears, on the outside, to be insurmountable odds.
You are the authority on what is not possible, aren’t you Irene? They’ve got you looking for any flaw, that after a while that’s all you see. For what it’s worth, I’m here to tell you that it is possible. It is possible.
Of course, the world of Gattaca is fiction. But there is a lot of truth in the metaphor. I think we are often brought down by those in our lives who, whether they mean to or not, bring us down.
For me, I’ve been working through this for a while. My family has always been focussed around team sports such as hockey, and more traditional sports such as golf or tennis.
I’ve never been into those. I don’t really know why. But I’ve always loved the idea of being athletic. I dabbled with the track team at high school, but got injured before I could really prove myself.
Maybe my family hasn’t been supportive, because I’ve had passions before that have ended in disinterest. I tried rock climbing, but 5.8 was about the biggest challenge I wanted. I was into yoga for a while, but that practice subsequently waxed and waned.
There has always been the bike, though. I always loved the bike. And I’ve got to get this through my head: I am good enough to justify the time and expense required to become a better triathlete, to bring my swim and run skills up to match my cycling talent.
There is a real possibility that I can, if I push harder than I’ve ever pushed before… There is a real possibility that I can make my way to the podium (for my age group) at my next race, this coming Sunday. I know I can make this attempt without your support, but I’d rather do this for love and not for spite.