Cindy Present | Get Out Girl

First, a huge shout out to all my friends, family (and new friends I've acquired through my blog ;-) for all the prayers, love, texts, messages, emails, posts, phone calls and good ju ju you sent me before, during and after IM. WOW. I've never felt so connected to such a wonderful group of people in my life. You were great therapy and made the whole IM experience so fun. THANK YOU. Now, about those "Now What?" questions. Wulp, good question. I was truly expecting about 2 weeks of being tired, burned out, overtrained, hungry and sore, simply wanting to lay on the couch and get up only when the words "momma" came a callin'. Well, I got the momma words, but none of the other stuff ever showed up...haven't been sore, I'm always hungry and most importantly, never felt burned out. I did get about 48 hours of grogginess at the end of last week, but being back home in the every day shuffle was EXHAUSTING! (ok, and I do admit, teaching class last Monday m

21 years ago today there was a very handsome prince who took one of the biggest steps of his life. Armed with charm and chivalry, the ultimate of patience, unmeasurable kindness and never ending bravery (all of which he needed based on the multitude of experiences from the previous six years which had gotten him to this day ;-) he chose to take the girl out of the country and begin to write the chapters of the storybook with the fairy tale ending that is not yet known. It was Saturday, May 13, hundreds of people were gathered in Austin for a whimsical weekend (ok, not really that fancy, but lots of skiing, bbq, shrimp boils, beer and hangovers ;-). As the day proceeded to the big event, the handsome prince may have had doubts as Mother Nature pitted him against one of the biggest hail storms of the decade to even get to the ceremony (actually it was Dad that was having to defy the storm by going home in the softball size hail to get his famed cowboy bow tie, thus having to cross hell a

Jack went to Zion National Park yesterday. And he was recognized! Lots of triathletes were roaming the park and some folks remembered seeing Jack roadside in different places around St George..."IT'S JACK!" We felt like Rock Star escorts as we hiked about 10 miles throughout the park. (I even got a warm fuzzy as we were about 5 miles into a steep trail and some guy says, "Hey, you're Cindy!" Huh?? I thought I'd been mistaken for a "Most Wanted" or "Missing" poster when he said, "I'm Christian. We passed each other back on forth biking yesterday." (Our IM race numbers had our names printed below the number, so if you were one of the 1% of the athletes not totally focused on the yellow line and cones in front of you, you may have captured a person's name - and NOTE: of COURSE his name would be CHRISTIAN! Not Frank, Bob or Joe - but CHRISTIAN! The ONLY person in the IM that shouted out my name was named CHRISTIAN...Hell

DONE. 13 hours and 35 minutes. What a beautiful course, "fan club" and townspeople of St. George. The weather was spectacular and the race is over!! :-) CHECK!! We got up at 3:40am (although I'd been awake since 1:30 - ugh!), grabbed some quick yogurt, grapenuts and gatorade and Steve drove me to the bus and gear drop. They shuttled all athletes out to the reservoir - made it there in now time. Time to go through all the gear I'd dropped yesterday, add some food, water, pump up my tires and then a little sunrise yoga. Just beautiful! Around 6:15 I headed to the women's changing tent and got my wetsuit on. Pro's took off at 6:45 and the rest of us mortals lined up in the shoot. Who do I see first thing? THE FAN CLUB! Very fun! Adam got a car pass and they'd driven straight down to the reservoir (spectators were supposed to take buses in - it's good to have friends in 'high places' :-) I staged very far right as it was a counter clock wise course