When my daughter got a life-changing diagnosis at age 3, I had a sudden realization about how short life really is. I decided that I want my children to see me accomplish my goals - not just talk about them. I want them to know they can achieve whatever they want to in life - even when it is really hard! SO I began training for my first tri... now, the biggest compliment I can get is when my kids say "Mommy, I think you race really good."
Raining, some lightning here in Asheville. Leaving in 10 for Lake James (an hour east of here) and hoping the weather doesn’t follow.
I swear I will go back to bed if the becomes a death loan in the rain… WTF, weather?!Edit: bwahahahah! That should have been ‘if this becomes a run bike run’ but ‘death loan’ works too… Or rather ‘death march.’
tomorrow… I guess technically it’s the first race since IM was so long ago.
Lake Jame Tri… a sprint distance… I’m nervous… yep, every. single. time.
There will be pics… and probably some whining about the cold… prepare thy selves :)
It’s a desperate feeling just to hold it all in
The weight of the world and the ways of man