I’ve been a part of the Tri for the Cure in some way every year for the last five years. The reason I participate seems to evolve into something greater every year.
The first year I raced it was 2005. I was 32 years old and looking for ways to get inspired. My work-outs were often missed, and as a young mother I needed to find something to help re-energize my mojo. I had discovered the sport of triathlon, and without thinking twice, signed up for the Tri for the Cure. One race and I was hooked.
In July of 2006 during a self exam I found a lump in my breast. I immediately went to the doctor; turns out I had breast cancer. My world was spinning and I would soon be starting treatment. That summer I would participate only as a spectator and a cheerleader. I made several signs and went to cheer on a group of sisters that were racing for their mother who is a 20 year survivor. At the post race expo I discovered the Denver Metropolitan Affiliate of Susan G. Komen for the Cure®’s booth. I was actually hesitant to approach the booth. Should I tell them that I’d just been diagnosed? Would they believe me? I was so young. That day I met an amazing woman named Darlene. I had no idea at the time how impactful this chance meeting would be on my journey with cancer. She gave me loads of resources and information that would be pivotal in my journey through treatment and the healing process. She pointed me towards organizations that the Komen Denver Metropolitan Affiliate supports throughout the community.
As a survivor, the race in 2007 had a whole new meaning for me. My last infusion was the Thursday before the race. My hair had started growing back and I looked like a buzz-cut warrior. I raced in the survivor wave with my pink swim cap. I had the best transition spot in the place. I was ready to have a great race day. I found myself a little choked up when I started in the survivor wave. Once I started swimming my breathing settled down and I found my rhythm. I came out of the water and there were loads of people cheering on the survivors coming out of the water.
I found tears welling up in my eyes again. I ran to my superb transition spot, threw on my helmet and shoes and went out on the bike. There is only one hill on this beautiful bike course, and I found myself struggling to get to the top. Just then another survivor rode up beside me. She yelled, “Dig deep, dig deep. If we can survive chemo, we can survive this.” I had to swallow hard to push back the tears, but these words pushed me to the top of the hill and back to the transition area.
Transition two, then on to the run. The hill up to the dam road can be the most challenging part of this course. I slowly made my way to the top and glanced down on the race. The massive transition area filled with equipment and racers, swimmers in the water with the swim angles, bikers racing in and out of the transition area, the pink tents in the post race expo, and all the volunteers and supporters. I was so overwhelmed because all of these people were out there racing for me, supporting my cause. The tears came on again, only this time it was full on waterworks. It is really hard to run and cry at the same time, I was practically hyperventilating, so I walked and soaked it all in.
In 2008 the Tri for the Cure held a “Why I Tri” video contest. As I was putting together my entry my Mother became very ill. She had been fighting her own battle with cancer since 2000. I submitted my video entry and left for Florida to be by her side in her last days. I won the video contest but my Mother lost her battle with cancer the Thursday before the Tri. I flew home on Saturday, and picked up my packet at the race expo on my way home from the airport. I raced that Sunday emotionally and physically exhausted. Before the race I had a friend draw wings on my back and the words “for Mom”. Once again, I cried several times during the race but I could sense the strength of my Mom with me. She pushed me all morning. I placed sixth in the survivor wave that year. You can see pictures of her in the video that won the contest here.
In 2009 I registered for the race and didn’t train one day. I did the race anyway and fully enjoyed every minute. I didn’t cry once. I took my time, cheered everyone on, wondered about their stories, and reflected on mine.
I am so excited to see what this year’s Tri will bring. I have started a new company focusing on nutrition and dedicated to everyday wellness with my husband MJ and another couple (Shannon and Ben Hall) who are all passionate about healthy living. We met during a random act of kindness as Shannon gave me her favorite bandana the day after I had lost all my hair. I encourage everyone to read that story (it’s a good one). We are so looking forward to meeting all the ladies participating in the race and hearing their stories about why they Tri.
If you are at the race on Sunday as a spectator or an athlete and you happen to see a fellow racer crying while on the move, make sure to yell out some words of encouragement. You could make an impact. She has a reason she Tri’s. She has a story to tell.
By: Julie Borgerding