O Me of Little Faith

I competed in another triathlon this weekend. It was not nearly as enjoyable as my first one. Primarily because it involved the following:

1. Dead fish.

2. Kicks to the face.

3. Vomiting while swimming.

4. Vomiting while biking.

This is not a triathlon blog — it’s not a vomiting blog either (thank heavens) — so if you want to read the whole inspiring Rudy-like story you can get the scoop at my family blog.

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