Sarah Groff doing an interview at the Beijing International Triathlon. Photo: Rocky ArroyoAmerican Olympic triathlete Sarah Groff writes about the similarities between wedding planning and being a pro triathlete.
In January, I said “yes” to the most wonderful question I’ve ever been asked: whether I would marry my amazing boyfriend of three years, Ben. Overnight, I transformed into a whirling dervish of manic wedding planning — alarming my poor fiancé. I’m sure that he wondered what latent insanity was unleashed by presenting me with a ring!
In my defense, we had only two weeks to find a wedding venue and planner before I would travel from our home in New Hampshire to my winter training base in New Zealand. Since arriving in Christchurch, I’ve kept up my planning, albeit at a less fiancé-scaring pace.
Between the workouts, meals and naps that define the training camp grind, I have been able to research and slowly chip away at a vast to-do list,...