It's now been a little over 96 hours since I ran across the finish line at the Esprit de She Sprint Triathlon in Naperville, Illinois. Ninety-six hours of mixed emotions, excitement, reflection, and moving on in life. As much as I want to live in the moment quite possibly forever, I have to prepare to have my next moment.
The day before my triathlon I had to pick up my packet, get marked, go to the race expo, and a race course talk. I wasn't nervous, I wasn't anxious, I was excited and I wanted to GOOOOOOO! Poor Will, what a guy, seriously. I had overtaken our second bedroom with all of my stuff laid out in event use order and in most cases with multiples in case there was some freak accident.
The day before my triathlon I had to pick up my packet, get marked, go to the race expo, and a race course talk. I wasn't nervous, I wasn't anxious, I was excited and I wanted to GOOOOOOO! Poor Will, what a guy, seriously. I had overtaken our second bedroom with all of my stuff laid out in event use order and in most cases with multiples in case there was some freak accident.
