Moral Support

If you know me, you know that I REALLY love my family. We have LOTS of family gatherings and I actually enjoy them (I may have pouted my way through them from ages 14-18 because I wanted to see my friends. Who knows.)

I have a gigantic family due to the fact that my mom is one of 9 kids (Count it- Tom, Peter, Maureen, Kathleen, Ann, Bridget, Judy, Molly AND John). And they all have kids (I won’t list them). And my dad is one of 3 (oh, I know not THAT many) but also has 2 step-siblings. I won’t continue.

Anyway, I’ve been through a lot in this quarter century of life and one thing I have learned is that family is incredibly important.

I’m telling you this because I’ve had a rough few months and it has once again shown me how important my family is and how much moral support I get from them. So here’s my shout-out to my family (all 349809384 of you)- You guys are the best!

I’m also telling you this because my dad has been my superhero through a lot of these hard times.

Guys- this is my dad when we brought home our dog Lucy. He was reminding her that he was the ALPHA in the family. (His words. Not mine.) I’m ALSO showing you this picture because the man does not take photos. He doesn’t smile in them and this is the ONLY picture I have of him on my computer. COOL DAD.

While he is not the most affectionate guy (HAHA- this may clue some of you into why I also am not the touchy-feely type), he tells me like it is and helps me work through things. He definitely gives THE BEST advice around even if it may not be what you want to hear. Plus, the man has accomplished quite a bit in his lifetime (don’t tell him I said that).

This guy is also coming back from a BIG set back that required surgery. He tore his Achilles last year and it has been a slow recovery. He’s also really active so we’ve had the same issues with not being able to run, etc. So for me, it’s nice to be able to call him and complain to someone who ACTUALLY understands how tough it is. This has been very comforting for me to know that I am not ACTUALLY going crazy and that this is part of the recovery. (He’s probably going to grumble about me writing about him on this blog.)

I also have plans to kick his butt in a triathlon one of these days. I send him my swim workouts and it’s fun to hear if they are hard/easy for him. Can’t WAIT to smoke him at whatever race we decide to do. (I will definitely have pictures when that does happen. I’m laughing just thinking about it.)

Oh also:

Today my little sister, Georgia, turns 8! Happy Birthday George! You are the craziest little munchkin I know. And you talk TOO much. But I love you!

Georgia is the crazy one in the middle. These two munchkins are THE best!

Sorry if you hated this post because it was not at all related to training! Well it kind of is because you need that moral support to get through training and races.


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