It is 5:38 a.m. the morning after I finished my first full distance (140.6) triathlon. I am sitting in the dark with ice on my knee listening to my family sleep all around me, but sleep will not come to me. I am tired and sore and proud and happy and overwhelmed with the amount of support, cheers, words of encouragement, heartfelt messages, and more all of you have sent, tweeted, facebooked, and texted.
I will write up a race report with the nitty gritty, but I just wanted to write a few things that I've been thinking about.
Yesterday was a day of magic and joy and gratitude for me. It was about trust and determination and believing in myself. I thought of so many people to help get me through. I smiled and I laughed and there were a few tears of joy in there as well. More than my finish time or place, which I am overjoyed with, I am the most proud that I stayed positive and had fun the whole day. That's not to say there weren't challenging moments (there were a few!), but I wanted to live yesterday like my last breath was a breath away, and I absolutely did that.