A Century of Posts
I reckon a century, no matter the type, is an accomplishment.
So here I am, 18 months since I broke my collar bone, which was my inspiration for starting my blog; 100 posts. I have had a lot of fun writing about my triathlon career (as boring as it may have been), my family, and some of my crazy and often mistimed challenges.
Over this time, there has been a lot of people who have supported me along the way. This post is for them.
This post is for all of my family and friends that have showed up at a race at an ungodly hour of the morning, just to wish me luck and watch me pass by once or twice. It means a lot that you guys are there.
For the guys and gals in lane 3 at the YMCA Tri Club; getting up a 0500 three days a week and swimming like we stole something is excellence at it’s finest. I wouldn’t push myself like that on my own.
Anyone who reads my blog, whether this is the first time you have stumbled on my little corner of the interweb, or you are a follower, thanks. I can’t measure success by how many visitors, likes, or comments, but they sure help me to keep going.
Race volunteers, you are the greatest people on the earth. I hope that next season I will be able to pay you back. Actually, I will pay you back next year, mark my words.
To everyone I have met through this sport, thanks for getting me to where I am today. Hopefully in the near future I will be able to return the favor.
Last and not least, my two girls; they put up with my triathlete crap day in and day out. I am talking missed events because I am “on the bike”, scheduling vacations around race season, and listening to me when I am cranky because of over-training. Without their patience, I would be a lunch time runner, that’s it. It is a real treat that my daughter is excited about triathlon and has allowed me to participate with her during her races.
Hopefully she will go pro and help mom and dad retire early……