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Second. I came in second. I had the fastest swim but... bitch got me by .9 mi on the bike and .4 mi on the run. I knew I could have run faster. If I had started faster on the run i could have caught up that distance. If my seat hadn't been failing me on the bike I could have done just that much better & made up the points.

Oh well, something to improve on. 2nd out of 17. 4th out of 22 if you include the men (why were there so few men?).

Did weights... is this enough of a challenge for today? I look up races and see the course maps and now I'm realizing what I've bitten off...what I've unapologetically chomped onto as a 2016 goal. I'm a bit terrified of this one. Good.

The lectures are already starting. Here come the "beware of over exercising!" and "are you going back into your eating disorder?" questions. Here come the comments asking why I'm not in my studio making art instead? Why don't I just do what I'm REALLY good at? Caroline the world needs you to be a person making art!  All editorials  mean well. Luckily the FeMale of the species has long grown accustomed to having people chase her about with their doubts all the while trying to broom up her dreams. The world will benefit more from me following a passion than from me already doing what I know how to do - what other people have decided that I'm "good" at.

"Why did you ever decide to start doing these?" I never decided to do triathlons. Not. Once. The desire was there the minute I heard the word. I just stopped saying "later" or "I can't" to the desire.

"Seek not to find yourself, but to create yourself."