So let me redirect my emotions today and say I'm thankful that Tim wasn't in class and could come and pick me up.
I'm thankful for the random guerrilla sales people passing out chocolate in Lincoln Park Sunday.
Wine Riot showed I cannot be trusted with unlimited anything.
|Sisters, plus an honorary Mahoney girl|
I'm thankful for the Fort2Base Race ambassadors, many of whom met me for dinner Sunday and a strategy session. Nicole, who wrote about her half Ironman journey for my blog, brought her little one and we talked triathlon shop. It's going to be a great year!
Is it bad that I'm more annoyed I'm missing workouts than that my car might have to meet its maker?