The Beach and the Big Chainring

Interestingly, this injury process has taught me a lot about myself and how I deal with things. For a while after my last post, I thought that perhaps I should just be done with triathlon for a while. That maybe I wasn’t in it for the right reasons and that it wasn’t something I truly enjoyed anymore. But as I told myself that, I wasn’t at peace with it. I knew that wasn’t the answer to what has been going on, but I didn’t really know what was. However, over this past week, I realized something. When I’m on the bike, or in the water, or out running, that’s where I battle my demons, for lack of a better expression. It’s where I push myself. It’s where I prove to myself that I can do the things that 2 short years ago I never dreamed possible. It’s the place that I learn if this is possible, there are lots of things that are possible with hard work and determination. And the lessons I learn out there on the blacktop or staring at the black line are lessons that I take with me through...

I want to put a little disclaimer before posting this. I generally try not to be a complainer and hope this doesn't come off that way, this is just honestly where I'm at in my triathlon journey and I want to be honest about it and hope that writing about it will help in some way.  I feel like I’ve spent a lot of time starting and restarting this post over the past few weeks. In terms of life, in general, things are going great. The holidays were awesome, I went on a great vacation with one of my best friends, spent time with family, and got to see lots of my favorite people at one point or another. Work is good, insanely busy, but really good. My friends and family are great! Spending time with them makes me so happy. Of course, my sweet boy, Dooley is awesome, and he spent much of his Christmas break romping around with my brother's new golden retriever puppy, Hank. Dooley and I spent the two weeks before Christmas taking care of this little booger. But then t...