I had the best time at the Pink Power Triathlon this past Sunday!  It was an all-ladies sprint and my good friend, Kristy raced with me.  I came in 14th out of 70 ladies in my age group and 66th out of 360 ladies overall.  It was just what I needed to motivate me to train harder for the Half Ironman coming up in…SOON!

There were so many lovely ladies there sporting their pink gear and many of them were doing a tri for the first time.  And did I mention ALL MALE Volunteers…very nice!  My friend and I had brunch at the best restaurant afterwards and celebrated our finish with mimosas.  It was a great day!

When I got home, I took my son out to get some last minute college stuff.  Only three more days until he moves into UVA.  He’s getting a little nervous and I’m getting a little sad (okay…alot sad!)  But we’ve been working hard to make every day count, as promised.  He’s been spending some quality time with his brother before he leaves and their Dad is taking them both to Kings Dominion tomorrow for a father/son day.  I’m working on a letter to him with some words of wisdom that I hope he’ll take to heart.

Wrapping up my day at work and off for a long bike ride!  Life is good!

Peace! Emily


My oldest son is leaving in just a little over a week for college and I’ve been racking my brain trying to think of the best advice I can give him when he starts his new journey in life.  I am also in the throws of training for my first Half Ironman triathlon which is just a mere 25 days away.  When I set out for my run this morning, I started thinking of how little time I had left to get ready for the race and how I needed desperately to make each workout really count.   And then it occurred to me that the best advice I can give my son is just that – make it count.  Every workout, every class, every day…every minute of every day.  Life is a gift and we need to live our lives in gratitude for that gift.  If we do that, I don’t see how anyone can ever have a bad day.  In fact, if we live our lives with gratitude, our lives become gifts to others and so on, and so on, and so on.

I can’t tell you how many times people have asked me why I compete in triathlons.  It started out as just a challenge for myself – a way to stay in shape.  But as I began to do more races, I found myself so inspired by the diverse group of people who compete with me.  Some are grandmothers and grandfathers; some are great-grandmothers or great-grandfathers; some are survivors who have overcome astounding obstacles; and some are people just like me with no special story, just able-bodied people with a desire to challenge themselves.  The reason I keep racing is because I can and there are so many people who can’t.  I run and bike and swim to show my gratitude that I’ve been blessed with a body healthy enough to do it.

So I decided that as an example for my son and encouragement for him to do the same, I am making an effort, starting today, to not just race by my gratitude but to live by that gratitude.  I pledge to make everyday count and I hope I can inspire others to do the same.

So stay tuned to see how I do that and to get updates as I countdown to the Patriot Half Ironman on September 8!

Peace!  emily