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."

 

So, I am going to tri tomorrow… I am going to have fun with my bestie and that is all there is to it cause…

“everybody gets knocked down,

everybody gets knocked down.

How quick are you gonna get up?

Just how are you gonna get up, now?”

(insert me dancing around and singing like an idiot)

Gotta keep going… gotta keep pushing through and digging deep, even in the face of crapy distraction.  So tomorrow I smile, I show up, I tri, I get a little stronger… and I have fun. Otherwise, why am I bothering with all this anyway?!

  1. trimamatri posted this