Yesterday was the Danskin triathlon. My mom made her goal, shaving 10 minutes off her swim, and making it up three hills on the bike ride. My little sister improved her time by 30 minutes, and isn't quite as vehement about how she won't be doing the race next year. My other sister finished her first, and finished faster than mom, so she was happy.
I'm the only one that didn't make my goal. Now it's true I was expecting a pretty big improvement over my personal best, but it just comes down to the fact that I didn't train enough. For some people that would be a depressing realization, "I didn't make my goal, I must suck, and I should give up now." However, I'm a stubborn little freak, and this result just makes me want to fight harder, and work more, and make it a better result next time. And I will. 'Cause that's what I do.
16 hours ago