Here I am, down to the requisite wire everyone that races might recognize. Whether tis nobler to think I am an athlete, or think what the hell was I thinking will ultimately end up with me loving the fact that on a fateful day summer 2011, I watched Sanjay Gupta lead a group of regular folk, like me to compete in an Olympic Distance triathlon. He called these 6 people the Six Pack. These six people were chosen to swim, 1.5 miles in the Hudson River, Bike 28 miles in NYC and run a 10K around Central Park.
Since September of last year I have been diligently fighting for last place on every triathlon I've competed in. Well, they weren't all last place. I did outrun a 14 year old girl one time. Did I say my husband says I've lost the concept of the word race? My "race" has evolved into me loving the scenery and stopping to take pictures. I'm "just a finisher" status takes on new meaning for me. But, I can't help myself, I just love swimming, biking and running my way behind everyone else.
Life is so good. Sometimes I don't just pinch myself, I crack myself up when I think of all the times I've had it pretty good. I better be quiet because I've also lived through those times when it all goes terribly awry...
