and then there was turkey

Thanksgiving came and went and with it any type of structured training plan. Its in typical style that I would sign up for one of the most difficult ironmans in the circuit as my first, move into a new house, career search, serve as a bridesmaid to my big sister, and become an aunt to 4 new nieces and nephews all at the same time.

People may say a lot about me, but they will never say I’m boring.


God works in mysterious ways, I don’t think I’ve ever in my life had more going on than I do at this very moment. Some good, some bad but all with a positive attitude.  It sometimes seems like a world wind of information that I have to keep processing over and over again.  swim, run, bike, lift, repeat.  as i was finishing up my swim yesterday i thought to myself its now or never. i played songs in my head, thought about last Christmas, thought about last year, thought about this year, thought about where i've been, thought about where i am, and then thought about where i was going....... straight to st. george. 

and so as Christmas approaches this year I’ve seemingly gotten myself back on track (somewhat).  My letter to Santa might start something like....

Dear Mr. Claus, this year I want myself back, the same one that finished the Broad Street Run, the same one that crossed the finish line in not one, but two marathons.  and the one that well: survived this year.