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The Other Half



Just wanted to make sure you I give HT enough credit here.
I know I talk about Coach M a lot
but this guy deserves just as much credit as his wife.

I don't think I have given you the link to his website,
so here it is.

He might not be the best writer
but he is pretty much the best swimmer in this sport.
It has not been the best season for him so far
but I am certain his break-through race is very close!

I love the Thurston Family!

WonderWoman Marci and HT at last year's event

Coach M also happens to be an amazing race organizer
and it is almost time for her Wonder Woman Ride!
You can choose if you want to enjoy the beauty of the course
for 100 miles, 62 miles, or 30 miles.
September 17th, 2011.
It is going to be fantastic!

If I did not race in Vegas the week before
AND live so far away,
I would be there in a heartbeat.
I still have a tiny bit of hope!

Go here to find out more.
Go here to register.
Go here to read my post about last year's event.

You really don't want to miss out on this one!





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