Put Into Words...

New Years Day.
It's become a very emotional day for me, not in typical New Years booze & hangover fashion, but more as a day to take inventory.  I write a RR of the past year;  high 5 myself for what I accomplished, and admit failure where I must improve going forward.  Attitude check, goal check, where am I now check, where do I need to be check.
Just as my Coach takes consideration of my physical abilities & limiters as he writes up my weekly training plan- I must do the same with the emotional departments of my life, or both sides of my coin will clash in epic failure.

2011= greatest success of my life. I made MVP in my own little big world.

I forgot to run, big whoop. I'm not worried about it, it's coming back...
This year was about the bike. About discovering freedom and peace in that world. A lot changed out there in the hills, and a few things stayed the same.... If I wake up in the morning, with my baby boy snuggled up beside me, that's a perfect start. If I get out, train hard, get home safe- that's a victory & a blessing.
Those are the 2 moments I strive for each & everyday. The rest is gravy. Getting faster, running better, learning to go down steep in aero- those ingredients just supersize my day.

If I look back, I accomplished everything I wanted to in triathlon so far. Happy.

Bigger news of 2011: Dylan joined the tri club. He's leaning to swim in a semi-straight line. He's signed up for his 1st kiddie-tri, he's got a new red bike, & he's got an awesome set of coaches who know that it really is a kids sport, they allow him to be one.  They've taught me too, because truly, the hardest part of being a triathlete- of- a- mother is trying to control my child's competitiveness while not destroying it all together...

(If you are looking to give back this season, I'd suggest you volunteer at a kiddie-tri.  It's a beautiful, humbling thing to watch a child learn this sport. You will learn more about yourself in one afternoon than you have in all your own races combined.)

I don't believe in resolutions. I'm too type-A for that fluffy BS. So in 2011 I decided firmly to believe, with childlike imagination, that all things are possible... Amazingly they became so.  I've got proof, and I'm taking it with me into 2012.
I cannot name everyone, because, well, stealth is the new black for this season, but I made some very awesome new friends, whose support & enthusiasm spills over the rim of triathlon into the rest of my life. I am most grateful for their presence.

Know that YOU are one of them.. you have inspired me.... I thank you.
2010 was a year of courage.
2011 has been a ride of faith.
2012 is the year of the duck.

Quack Quack, & train safe.
Happy New Year my friends. I love ya.