
'nuff said




I came home so sick of myself, that I swore that I was going to quit for a year. I was going to spend a whole year NOT drinking and doing whatever the hell I wanted to do, when I wanted to do it. I was going to train as hard as I could, and then I was going to do an ironman. And for once everything seemed to be going right. I raced all the time, and all over the place. This was my fourth marathon in a calendar year. I even started winning some stuff, taking a handful of age group wins and even a course record.
...I do this stupid shit to myself all the time, and I have that confidence that I can fall back on knowing that I’ve survived my own stupidity before, so I can survive again
And she has survived...and she keeps getting better, stronger, faster...a badass triathlon/biker chick.


