I love the work.

Hey, hi! It's been a WHILE, I know. Trust me, it's not for lack of trying. I have started at least 15 blog-posts since the new year. I'm REALLY pulling for this one.

Wildflower was my first triathlon for 2016, the first triathlon in 7 MONTHS!  Which is to also say, it's been about 2 years since I've actually prepared to RACE a race. My preparation was good, I mean I could find things to complain about, but I LOVE doing the work. Love it.

So, what happened? I didn't finish. A couple of little things, including what could have been mild food poisoning derailed my efforts and I pulled the plug before heading out on the 2nd run. My first DNF EVER!! Truth is, heading into the race I was a little ho-hum about really getting into racing. My goals for the year are not too far fetched, but are going to certainly take some work and dedication and I was starting to question wether it was worth it. You know what I think? I think it's my old friend FEAR. I think subconsciously I was protecting myself from failure and/or success. 

You know what I say to that old friend FEAR? You were never a good friend anyway. You may never go away, but I'm not afraid of you. So there. What I did not expect to come away with from Wildflower was a fire in my belly. Ever since that day, I'm more motivated and driven than ever I can remember being. After racing a local 10k on Saturday, I know I have my work cut out for me, but that's okay. I love the work. What I know for sure is that I'm not a quitter and one day does not define me. 

Onward and upward, my friends. Next, we go to a little race in Victoria on June 12. Holla!