Refusing to wear a wetsuit without even trying one on.
Refusing to wear a golf glove despite mounting evidence (ie. blisters) that perhaps I should.
My friend Jeff started writing a comment on my 'stubborn' blog which quickly morphed into an entire blog post singing the praises of the wetsuit.
Jeff has given me a lot of advice in the past few years. About running, cycling and swimming as well as about type 1 and race day diabetes management. I have yet to disagree with anything he has said to me. It's always well thought out and supportive yet he gently pushes me out of each comfort zone that I dig myself in to.
Jeff likes wetsuits. Jeff competes in wetsuits. Jeff thinks I should have a wetsuit.
Thanks to his convincing arguments I've gone from hating the idea of a wetsuit to being open enough about it to wonder where I would put my insulin pump.
In fact I'm already wondering whether I should try one with sleeves or one without sleeves. A full suit or a shorty.
Yet again he pushes me out of my comfort zone just enough that I feel safe enough to walk a few more steps into the unknown.
Did I mention that he does half-ironmans and has got me thinking that they're not so bad either?