Racing Myself

Hi my name is Emily and I'm a triathlete mom. By no means am I a pro, nor do I necessarily aspire to be, but I do enjoy challenging myself physically and triathlon does just that. I go by time, more than place when judging my performance in a race. However there have been times when placing unexpectedly has taken away the sting of a disappointing leg. At this point I can't say I have a specific weakness in terms of the swim, bike, or run, but I do know without a doubt that each one can get better. I feel that I am a better athlete since bearing children. I have learned patience, endurance, and how to deal with and push through pain. Sometimes I train to run away from life for a while and other times I train in an effort to move closer toward a specific goal. Either way, training clears my mind and calms my soul. I am a better wife and mother after my workouts. A better woman even. I love training hard and racing harder with the belief that I am only racing myself.


This picture is of me and my coach/brother-in-law/friend, Robe [pronounced 'Robbie']. And why doesn't anyone ever tell me my hat's crooked???