This morning I had planned on going to an open water swim with the tri club. I was very much looking forward to it. Two days ago when I found out my oldest had soccer practice at 8, I told him I would have to drop him off at 7:15, because I had to be at the beach, half an hour from the school, by 7:45. He was okay with that. Even arranged for someone to come meet him to shoot goals for extra practice. Oh, wait, I have two sons. What about Bubba? I could bring him to the beach, and he could sit there and play while I swam. But, I couldn't ask people who don't know him, and he doesn't know, to keep an eye on him while I swam a mile. The boy is painfully shy. He would never go for that. I could ask my parents, but he gets up early, and they don't. They deserve to sleep in on a Saturday. they did say it was okay, so I was all set to go. As of last night when I went to bed, I was going to the ...
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.