I'm really trying not to be a one-trick pony here, but it's not working out too well. I've started and stopped a number of lifeless posts that would have flopped like a dead fish, because all I can think about is this stupid triathlon.
It's been raining for three days straight, and it's a 50% chance of rain Sunday morning. Which I'm totally pumped about. Because if there's one thing better than spandex it's wet spandex.
Despite all my worries (Will I be kicked in the face in the swimming section? Will I fall off my bike on a slick turn and then be run over by a car? Perhaps most concerning, what will my hair look like when I'm done?), there's one thing I do know for sure. When they ask me to shout out the name of my angel—who I'm running this race for—I know what I'll say:
For Ethan.
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Go Erin! The skies will clear, you will fly...can't wait for the details. Have fun.
Lisa
Good luck girl! I know you can do it! I'll be thinking about you and sending my good vibes down South to ya!
Best wishes with your challenge. Is this one of those life happenings that people will say that you will look back at all the pre-race worry and just laugh? I hope so.
Good luck tomorrow!
I'm looking forward to reading all about it next week.
We wish we were there to cheer you on! I won't be able to think about anything else until I know it's over. You will do great!
Love you,
Mum
Good luck! You'll be awesome and I can't wait to hear about it.
Hurrah! Congratulations!
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