Happy to be here. I swear it. And gosh, it's steamy in the morning!

Here’s me, this morning, at 5:40 a.m. Outside. By a pool. That I know I’m going to have to jump into. Because this is what athletes do, apparently. They get up early and swim in the cool air, and they go running in the rain, and they ride bikes faster than they need to, even when they don’t have to.

This morning, when I heard Rebekah’s text at 5:25 and read the words “Ok, I’m leaving, see you in a bit!” and I jumped out of bed to put on my swimsuit, I realized the truth: somehow, without realizing it, I seem to have turned into an athlete.

I know, weird, huh?

So, that Iron Girl Sprint Triathlon I’ve been training for in Portland? Canceled. Bummer. Especially since I’ve been training for it for what seems like years, but is actually just a few months.

Still, since I’ve never thought of myself as a triathlete, and I was just starting to get into the whole thing, I’m disappointed. I’m now an athlete without a Tri. And I still have the wetsuit!

And I still got up to go swimming this morning, when I didn’t really have to. And I’m running at noon, just because it’s Thursday, and we always run on Thursdays.

This is what athletes do, it turns out. They keep showing up and doing athletic things. Just because.

Are you an athlete? Do you want to be?