In the beginning, there was Tri.
The Tri was with me
I was in the Tri
It was, you know, good.
It began with one Sister.
Then three and four joined in, and numbers swelled to 9 of us doing Triathlons.
Crazy, good-natured, trash-talking, family relationship-building fun. That's 6 siblings, a brother-in-law, mid 70's mother, and a blind friend who is still inspiring to watch in competition.
While I no longer compete, training did establish comfort and familiarity with the core Triathlon elements of swimming, biking, and running.
While biking, I would watch my odometer and note mileposts to use for gaging distances when I was running. This morning I reached one of those well-used mileposts, the one marking a turn-around point 1.5 miles from my house.
I made 3 miles today...And it was good.
How Much Do I Remember?
4 months ago