I’m well into training for my first 70.3 and it has brought with it a lot of firsts, a lot of surprises, and many moments were I grit my teeth and grind it out.
The weather in the Sunshine State has been miserable. I know many of my Northern friends will tell me to shut my mouth but, the constant deluge has been a little rough. Last week I rode the trainer the 3 hours watching the rain streak down the windows and I couldn’t help but think “how do my Ironman distance friends in snow states do it?”
When I think about the journey triathlon has taken me on I can’t help but hear my rallying song:
“Put on your war paint…strike a match and I’ll burn you to the ground…setting fire to the sky…then I’ll raise you like a phoenix”
There have been many work outs the past few weeks where I put on my war paint and ended stronger and better than when I left the house. There a muscles forming I didn’t know I had. Hello, Calves! Along with a mental grit I never thought I would find. I’m not sure why I’m just now finding this side of me but, I really don’t mind. I like this person that’s shining through the sunburn, sand and salt.
The best part about her? She’s with me all the time.
We got to swim with the dolphins