Today's plan was to try out Master Swim in the morning instead of the Tri Swim Clinic at night. I had no kids at home with me, so I was just going to get up early and meet my friends and hope for the best. I definitely would have been worst of the best, but it's time to raise the bar, right? So, after a wonderful dinner out to celebrate my Dad's birthday with my mom and sister, and a drive home in a blizzard, I went to bed last night, and set my alarm for 7. My cell phone rang at 6:40, and it was my SIL. The very same SIL who had Bubba spending the night at her house. I knew that it couldn't be good. She reported that Bubba had been up all night, vomiting, and that he was ready to come home. Since Daddy does not do vomit, I brushed my car off and went to go get him. My road hadn't been plowed yet, so I was hoping that it wouldn't get done in my absence. On the way to get him I stopped to get Gingerale, the puking kids necessar...
My journey, trying to be an Ironman, while dealing with anxiety, depression, body dysmorphia, self doubt, and life as a single mom with two grown sons, a crazy ass dog, and a handful of cats.