I am filled with the Christmas Spirit this year. There are lots of reasons I shouldn't be. But even more reasons that I should. I didn't send out cards, and I've only purchased two gifts this year (one for each boy). But Christmas isn't about things. It's about people. It's about God's gift to us. I have two wonderful sons, who fill my life with joy, and pride, and love. Who make me realize every day how needed I am. They are the two greatest gifts I have ever been given. I have wonderful friends. Friends who know when to call, or write, or stop by. Friends who make sure I am never alone. I am healthy. And so are my boys. What more could I ask. I have triathlon. And a race schedule. Now I need to come up with a training program, so I can set a few PRs this year. I have hope. Hope that my future will be happy, and successful. Merry Christmas my friends. May ...
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.