From left: Heading to T1 after exiting Lake Michigan, looping on the bike and near the finish.
“You’re a triathlete.”
That’s what the BF whispered into my ear as he got up from the table at my celebratory breakfast to head to the bathroom. Then he kissed me on the cheek.
I grinned really big. And then my eyes welled up. Continue reading
Filed under Chicago Super Sprint, Cycling, Open Water, running, Swimming, Triathlon
Being a triathlete is bad-ass. I want to join those ranks. (credit: klaus, flickr.com)
On this, the morning of what I hope is my last podiatrist appointment until I have a head full of gray hair, I told my trainer: “I have a new goal… I want to do a triathlon, a sprint triathlon.”
“Your goal,” he kindly but sternly said, “should be to have two shoes.” Continue reading
Filed under Chicago Super Sprint, gym, Injuries, Triathlon
