Remember how I ran a half marathon one day and then competed in a half-iron distance triathlon the next day last year? If not, you can read about it here and here. They called it the Feat of Fortitude and gave complimentary entries to girl/guy with the lowest combined times. I was fortunate to be that lucky girl, and so here I go again this weekend!

Because, really, how could I pass up such a fantastic opportunity???

Never mind that I have been on the brink of losing it for the last few days. Not as bad as last time, but almost! Basically ever since we left my in-laws’ home in Utah. I know: Some people don’t get along with their in-laws but I happen to love mine and it’s always hard to leave family, friends, and training buddies after a wonderful vacation. Throw in a (rainy) camping trip in Bryce Canyon on the way home, and not only the house is big mess but, apparently, so am I.

Late this morning I just wanted to lie down on the floor and scream really loud! Maybe even break a few glasses or bowls or something! But that would’ve resembled the behavior of my 3-year-old a little too much, so I decided to just march on and make the best of it. And eventually I realized that I am incredible blessed and things could be much worse.

Thanks to Flagstaff Bicycle Revolution for finally figuring out what’s wrong with my bike and fixing it for free! Thanks to Ali for inviting Noah into her home so I could go to Max’s preschool orientation without a big bossy brother. And thanks to Karl for being patient and supportive as always.