Back in January 2005, my dad and I drove together from Cooperstown to Boulder, braving wind storms and blizzards along the way. When the monotony of the Kansas plains started to take its toll, we started to look to the horizon for the Rocky Mountains. Finally, we saw a faint strip of blue: the promise of my new home, Boulder, and my new life as a triathlete. For the next few hours, I had to keep my anxiety and excitement in check, as we still had to brave the plains of Eastern Colorado.
Over 3 years later and a few days away from Olympic Trials, I can't help but think of this experience and be reminded of the risks that I took and the hardships that I've faced in order to be where I am as an athlete, on the brink of qualifying for the Olympic Games (only a very distant dream a few years ago!). Looming in the distance, I know that something great is in store for me. While I would love to qualify for the Olympics this weekend, I can't help but feel that the most important part is the journey, taking risks and facing my fear head-on. That being said, think of me on Saturday and send some positive energy my way!
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