Dear Cytomax,
I would like to extend my deepest appreciation for your magical potions!  I was feeling very down and my legs felt rediculously tight at the start of my workout, so I knew I needed something.  I ran down to my locker and grabbed my very last packet of Cytomax and started sipping.  Immediately I started feeling better :)  By the middle of my run (30 minutes in) and 1/2 way through my Pink Lemonade Cytomax, I was starting to feel like myself again - so naturally I cranked up the speed.  The guy next to me kept looking over and smiling, and at one point he even threw up a thumb.  I told myself he must also be a supporter of Cytomax and was agreeing that he too appreciated it's magical powers!  Once I stepped off the treadmill, he approached me and commented on how amazing it was that I could run so fast.
As I finished my last sips of the only remaining Pink Lemonade Cytomax in the world (the flavor was sadly discontinued), I began to ask myself what am I going to do NOW?  Sure, I had made it through my run today, but now I have nothing to turn to tomorrow.  So I guess what I'm trying to say is thanks...for nothing!


The moral of my story is that what I really needed that morning was the power of positive thinking!  Thanks to the happy stranger for cheering me on, your support does not go unnoticed :)

Any recommendations on different Cytomax flavors?



Yesterday was a swim "test" - I didn't quite hit my personal goals, which I can only attribute to not being as fast as I would like to think...or I set my goal too high.  Either way, I don't know why I expect to be much faster than I was a doing the same test 4 weeks ago when my training has been focused on running (explanation = runners high).  After my swim, as I was making a mad dash home to get on my bike before heading back to work, I starting to eat an apple and was amazed that I could still lift my hand high enough to reach my mouth.  This brought me to the realization that maybe I AM actually stronger than I thought...that is, of course until the feeling in my arms started to come back, at which point I savored the last few bites of solid food before I was forced to enjoy the rest of the days meals through a straw.
I guess I'll go back to waiting for divine intervention to miraculously make me a fish!


the beginning

This is just the beginning of my blog, not necissarily my journey.
My journey is my life, which just so happens to center around racing triathlons right now.
While I was riding my mountainbike through the mud and rain last weekend for 2 1/2 hours, it dawned on me how far fetched this activity would have sounded to me a few years ago.  What happened to the good ol' days of fair weather riding?  It was about 4 months ago when I decided to rip off my comfort blanket (good job, family and friends) and dedicate my life for a few years to focus on racing.  Now I'm surrounded by people who think these crazy adventures are just another day in paradise.  Most days I feel like a rediculously lazy underacheiver, which realistically is a far cry from the truth.  But, that's what I get for wanting to surround myself with triathletes!!!
Yesterday was an easy day of training, the second to last day of my "rest week"...an hour run and some core strengthening.  The rest of the day was spent trying to figure out what to do with my car that I can no longer afford and trying to stay tough.  In case you've never tried it, I will go ahead and let you in on a secret...chasing your dreams isn't easy!  Living them makes it worth it :)