This novel of a race report needs a little foreword , so here we go: I just poured my heart and soul into this blog post. Something I don't do often. Or ever. Because it makes me vulnerable. But I realize that it's necessary. Not because YOU need to know what went down on Sunday but because I need to understand. I don't have all of the answers but I have done a lot of introspection and soul-searching to figure out what happened. And that is a little miracle in itself because, as Karl can attest, I am not a fan of introspection. And, yes, I realize that this is JUST a race. And yet it's so much more! Which is why this post turned out so ridiculously long. Sorry! So, if you decide to read this, please be kind and understanding even if none of this makes any sense to you. Thank you! Photo by Kerry Yndestad Wow! WHAT a weekend! WHERE to start? In all of my 17 years of racing triathlon, I have never had a race fall to pie...
Mom of 2 Wild Boys, Wife to a PhD Student, Professional Triathlete