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Success!!!

You know you had success when you wake up the morning after your triathlon and your not sore at all. Sure my shoulders are a little tight, and my calves needed to be stretched but for the most part I am not sore at all! I even went out for a run today if you can believe that.



Yesterday was the big triathlon. At first glance I was disappointed with my time, but the more I thought about it and looked at previous times, I'm pretty darn happy with my performance. I got to run for about 2 minutes with my sister (which was fun) but then she blew past me. I had a great time cheering on all my friends, and dreaming up what is next. I have events lined up once a month through October, am looking for a Turkey Trot for November, and a Jingle Bell run in December, then I will feel accomplished for the year.

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  1. How did the wetsuit work out?

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  2. Turkey Trot in Joliet (or at least I think that's where it is). J, A, and I did it last year. It's not too early and it's cheap. Join us!!!! I think it's 4 miles. Btw, you rock!!

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  3. If you're here for Thanksgiving, we can do the Palos Park Turkey Trot. It is Thanksgiving morning. I think it is 4 or 5 miles...

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