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When all else fails, use your damn legs. Ottawa, Canada Triathlon

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If you don't risk it, you will never know. Did I know how I would have finished in my first international race back? I had an idea it could be anywhere from really great to sadly disappointing. I remained positive it was the first one throughout the whole race, but afterwards I look back and see that I really did take a risk with such a big range of possibilities. However, that wasn't what I was worried about leading up to the race. I knew if I got to the race I could give it everything I had. Whatever that was. At this point I had some swimming under my belt with SSST (super secret swim team) and felt excited to finally be racing again after about a month from my last race (Hickory Grove). The day before I took off I had a great run with Mags and gathered some solid inside jokes (to go along with some killer tacos) for my journey alone to Ottawa. My morning comes early as all of my race flights seem to, and I don't opt for the 3am run before  my flight. I get to Ottawa s...

Chasing Down My Dream

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After competing in the NCAA system for a year and a half without doing a draft legal triathlon I was exhausted. Why? I was tired of losing or not even being close. A good race puts me in the top 30 at an event. So I asked coach flowers if I could take a red shirt indoor track season and race a triathlon to get my elite card back. A race that in order to get that card I would need to be one of the best on the day. So I set out to do so,  bumping my one once a week swim and very scarce bike. In order to maximize these I asked Jenny what I would need to do. I took care of the swimming, but she would take over the bike. Two to three times a week I would try to get the fitness I gained previously from miles and miles of biking. Thus, it was time to hop on the computrainer so I could train with power for the first time. With only months to increase my swim and bike while maintaining 100 plus mile running weeks,  I grinded it out. A bike camp in the winter back in Iowa, several ...