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Sports Bra Friends

I have the most amazing group of friends. Both my "real" or irl (in real life) friends and my on-line friends have been so supportive these last few months. Every time I'm down in the dumps, and ready to throw in the towel, somebody is there to pick me back up, dust me off, and point me in the right direction. So many of them have believed in me when I no longer believed in myself. And this is true in both my every day life, and my training.
There are many days I only get out of bed because there are two boys who count on me. And I cry in the shower because it's the only place I know they won't see me. By the time I get to work on those days, I'm ready to turn around, drive home, crawl into bed, and pull the covers over my head because I just don't think I can do it. Then, I log on to Twitter, or Facebook, or BabyCenter, and somebody, somewhere makes me feel loved. They make me realize that I'm going to be ok, I'm going to survive. Things will get better.
There are also days that the last thing in the world I can imagine doing is training for another race. How can a single mom, with not a lot of income, compete in tri's anymore? I don't have the time or money to train for these things anymore. Then one of you drags my sorry butt out of bed before the crack of dawn on a gorgeous Saturday morning to go for a run. And when I want to stop, I'm encouraged to keep running. Then someone posts a link for a free training program that I can follow to do a 70.3. And I realize, I can do this. I need to do this. For me. And for my boys.

So, to all of my awesome friends out there, who are as supportive as a really good sports bra, I thank you.

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Unknown said…
Very glad I met you and am getting to know you better! Anytime your up for a run (ok, run me...speed walk you LOL) or a workout buddy at the gym let me know. Starbucks on occasion is great too :-)

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