Being a part of the journey of uncovering what’s possible is a thrill. You are capable of far more than you think, the work is in deciding what you truly want then going after it.

Training Peaks was not my friend this week. Training wise, this was a rough week.

So often it’s easy to shout from the roof tops when training is going well then hide from the world when training is less than awesome. I’m guilty of this.

March 8th marks International Women’s Day.

IM Chattanooga truly delivered the goods this weekend. I feel so lucky to have the capability to do this crazy sport and continue to love it more and more, year after year. My only wish would be to be able to race more! Races are the celebration of all the hard work and the atmosphere is electric.

You are beautiful, challenging, rewarding and so easy to love. In the spirit of reflection, here’s my chronicle of CdA 70.3…three years // three very different races

Fall is my most favorite season of all. Mother Nature spoils us with beautiful seasonal colors as the leaves change, as well as spectacular snow capped mountains {if you're lucky to live in a place where a light snow falls in late September!}; fall is also a natural transitional phase. It's as if Mother Nature gives us the permission to shed a layer of ourselves. And every time we do, we get to grow more and more into the best version of ourselves. 

DNF is what the results read. Something that hasn't sit well with me since my day ended prematurely at Boulder 70.3. It's a mental battle after the fact: wondering if I made the right call or if I really could/should/would have finished. I knew then and I know now that my body made the decision for me. My heart and ego must accept it too.

It's been a solid 2 weeks since crossing my last finish line & I've had plenty of time to dissect, analyze, and judge every aspect of the race. The moments after crossing the line are always filled with crazy amounts of endorphins & then the inevitable "what ifs" set in.