I have been in a racing funk for a few months now. The results don't reflect it, lucky for me, but the passion in training has just not been there. I think this year I have been coming down off the high of last year's 1/2 Ironman, in Augusta, GA. I had such a big goal, not only to complete the race, but in doing it I was raising money and dedicating the race to my daughter. Each workout and race leading up to the big day had a greater purpose than just my own self-centered/driven goals. I have battled one nagging injury after another this season. I knew it was coming (perhaps a self-fulfilling prophesy of sorts). Training at such intensity and no downtime was taking its toll -life as a mom doesn't stop when you walk in the door after a 4 hour workout in 90 degrees of Georgia heat week after week. Last year my husband worked from home so I could dodge out for workouts while Hayden napped in the afte...
Teaching my Angel about our world while she is teaching me how to fly.