Ironman Chattanooga 70.3 Race Report

I still can't believe I finished a half-ironman! I powered my body (slowly) for 70.3 miles! What a miracle.

Here are my splits:

Swim 1.2 miles: 53:32

 T1: 8:25

Bike 56 miles: 3:49:23

T2: 6:28

Run 13.1 miles: 4:01:31

Total time: 8:59:19

Yes it's slow but I don't even care! Ok, yes I do. But this is a happy race report. So I will stay positive and remember to be grateful. The slow time merely fuels my drive for the next triathlon. I know where I need to improve. It truly was, one of the best days of my life. So settle in for a long race report. Seriously, grab a coffee. I'm long-winded 😊.

The Check-in

Friday found me at Ironman Village, checking in with all the other athletes.  It really was an amazing afternoon. Somewhat surreal. I spent plenty of money on Ironman tshirts, hoodies, duffle bags, coffee mugs, etc. Also attended an athlete briefing. During that meeting they went over the cutoffs for the race. My friend Deleslyn was kind enough to jot them down:

I studied that hand closely. I neded to be at mile 30 on the bike by 11:15am, off the bike by 1:00 and starting the second loop of the run by 2:45pm.

Then I went home. The remainder of Friday and Saturday consisted of relaxing, sleeping, and being a nervous wreck. On Saturday afternoon Tony and I went and checked in my bike at the mandatory bike check-in. Somehow, seeing my friends I had trained with, and racking my bike, helped alleviate the anxiety and actually gave me some excitement. After getting the bike racked it was time to go home and chill.

The Swim

I woke up at 3:30am on race morning, altho I had been awake multiple times during the night. By 4:00 we were on the road. Arriving to transition at 4:40am, I aired up my tires, placed my 4 bottles of pre-mixed carb drink on my bike, then set out my bike shoes, helmet, and run gear.

After checking and double checking, I left transition. Tony walked me to the bus where I would be transported to the swim start. A quick kiss goodbye and a prayer for safety, and I was off. I later found out Tony went back to the car, and went to sleep for a couple hours.

On arrival to the swim start, I had run into a training partner -- Michael, so we hung together and found our place in line. I'd say we were easily within the first hundred in line. The swim start was a "rolling start" which means first come first serve. I wanted to be entering the water early so I would have more time throughout the day, since the finish line would close 8.5 hours after the last swimmer entered the water. I figured if I started 45 minutes before the last swimmer, I would have 9 hours and 15 minutes to finish the race.

   The 2 hours in the swim line was spent chatting with others, a long walk to the porta-potty, eating a bagel, drinking water...and saying hi to everyone I saw along the way. The excitement was electric. 

   Soon it was time to begin. I was able to watch the pro triathletes start their swims. And then we all began to file down the ramp to the dock. Swim cap on, goggles on, wetsuit secure. Omg. Suddenly it was my turn to walk out on the dock. I was waiting for someone to say "go!" But nobody said that. I guess I was just supposed to know it was time to jump in and go! And so I did. Now, I had been taught by several experienced triathletes during my practice swims, to get in and get acclimated to the water. Slow down the heart rate, slow down the breathing... Then begin. Well, it was impossible to do that when 2,500 people are jumping in behind me. So I began to swim a few strokes with my head above water, and then when I was off to the side I stopped for a second or two and collected my bearings a bit. Then it was time to swim. The 350 meters upstream did not feel hard to me-- I couldn't "feel" the current. However, when I looked at my watch as I made the turn to head downstream, I realized it had really slowed me down. It took me 14 minutes to go upstream and crossing the channel. Well shoot. My hopes of a 50 minute swim were dashed. And so I began the downstream mile long swim. I was pleased and happy with my swim. I didn't stop, which for me was a major accomplishment! I didn't even flip into my back like I had done in practice swims. I just kept going. I did have several people swim into my feet but that was the worst that happened. Happy to say I was never kicked in the head. It was, truly, a lovely swim for me. In fact, perhaps the swim is now my favorite part of triathlon. Before I knew it, I was at the exit. The volunteer on the stairs was wonderful. She told

me to swim all the way to her because  she was at the first step. Very very helpful. And soon I was up out of the water and headed to my husband who was volunteering as a wetsuit stripper. That entire process of removing the wetsuit is about the most humiliating event ever! Lay your fat arse on the ground while we strip off your wetsuit. Oh well. Nothing modest or dignifying about triathlon and spandex anyways.... So! Swim was done! Quick happy tearful smooch to my husband and I was headed to the bike!

   This was huge. HUGE!!! Just 2.5 weeks earlier I had freaked out in the open water. Such progress with only 4 additional practices in the river. My first goal for the day-- to finish the swim alive, was met! And the 53 minutes was icing on the cake! Yes!

The Bike

Evidently I was in transition for 8 minutes and I hardly remember it. Socks, bike shoes, hairband, helmet, gloves, sunglasses, stuff Huma Gels in my pockets, and I was off. The first few miles through downtown were uneventful. Riding thru St. Elmo intrigues me because it's part historic and part run-down. I was surrounded by plenty of cyclists who were passing me at high speed.... Oh! I was pedaling down Tennessee Ave when I noticed a poster on a telephone pole that said "Go Debbie Fine! Ironman!" I laughed right out loud. How thoughtful! That made my day!

Soon we were crossing into Georgia. And soon it started to rain. Let me say that I was told by many experienced triathletes to train and practice riding in the rain because it could rain on race day... Well, I didn't follow that advice. And here it was, raining on race day. Fortunately it never thundered nor was there lightning. Turns out that the rain for 25 miles was actually quite refreshing. 

Miles 10-20 were rolling and on my training ride I remember working hard to get up some of those hills. On race day, I don't remember the struggle. I'm certain I struggled up, but like childbirth, evidently you don't remember the pain :-)

Mile 26 was Andrews Lane-- a big arse hill. It was too steep to pull my weight up, so I unclipped and walked up the hill. I had no shame. I used the walk uphill to change out my fuel bottles and to drink. It was part of my plan.  The next 15 miles was mostly flat and fun. I actually passed a few people during that section. After being passed by probably 2,300 people, I was so excited to be passing someone that I actually said out loud "I can't believe I'm passing someone!" Hope that person didn't hear me. Lol. It was a high moment haha.

I knew mile 41-44 was a long slow upgrade. And I was tired but at least I knew what to expect. I just kept spinning easy although I did walk up again the last part of the hill. Oh, the aid stations were at mile 15, 30 and 45. At the first two I tried to "catch" a water bottle and missed. So at the last one I pulled over and finally was able to get a water bottle successfully. A quick break- and then mile 45-56 I think was all downhill. Not really. Mostly. Once turning north on 193 was a mental high point because I felt like I was on the home stretch. And finally crossing into Tenmessee again with only 7 miles left was also super empowering.

Overall I felt really good on the bike. My goal was 4 hours-- which would be a 14 mph average. I knew that walking two hills would slow down my average speed. I was super excited to realize I was going to finish ahead of my 4 hour goal. I finished in 3:49 with an average pace of 14.6 mph which for this obese gal was a major score! It was my fastest pace for a long bike ride that I've had yet. With the rain, and walking the hills, I was thrilled. Rolling into transition was the best feeling ever!! I had completed the swim and the bike with time to spare-- and I felt good! 

The Run

This is where it all fell apart. I started the run with a walk, and I'm sad to say I just kept walking. For 13.1 miles. So what happened? I realize I'm not a fast runner, but I've completed 4 half-marathons in the last 18 months and I always ran at least 7-8 miles of the 13.... I'm not sure why I felt so good on the bike and so incapable of running the run.

    So I walked. In retrospect, I don't think I expected to finish the run. I was tired. Very tired. Not sick, or weak, or faint- in fact I never once had any of those issues- just tired. So I walked. Two friends had told me to not quit no matter what. Keep moving forward, as my hero Swimbikemom says. So I walked. I expected the race would end while I was walking the run and they would pull my timing chip from my ankle and tell me to go home and try again next year. And actually, I would have been ok with that. My goal earlier in the day was to finish the swim and the bike. When I completed the swim and bike with time to spare, I was already a winner. So I kept walking.

The 13.1 mile run course was two loops. So between miles 1-6 I saw so many friends who were on their second loop. It was so encouraging to see my training partners and other triathlete friends. My son Jason met me on Veterans Bridge and walked beside me for a large portion of the course when we were on the bridges. My husband and stepson and his wife were all on the Walnut St. Bridge with me as well. And so I kept walking. Felt good. Just didn't feel like running.

I knew that all triathletes had to be starting the second loop by 2:45pm. When I started the second loop it was 2:10. Wow!!! For the first time that day- I knew I could finish. If I maintained an 18 minute mile for 6.5 more miles, I would cross the finish line! So, I walked a little faster! In fact, when I saw the photographer I even ran for a few yards for the pic of course!

Admittedly, miles 7-12 were empty-- only a few slow ones out there. I had the privilege of meeting up with Ken Radley, an ironman who has done much for the triathlon community in Chattanooga. We walked several miles together on the last loop. I hydrated at every aid station. There were aid stations every mile, and at each one I took water, Gatorade, and ice sponges to stick down my bra, in my hat, behind my neck and you get the idea... It was hot. By afternoon the sun had come out. It occurred to me around mile 7 that I hadn't peed since the "obligatory" pee in the river. That was 8 hours ago. I knew I had taken in 80oz of fluid on the bike, plus liquid at each mile-- at least 10 oz each mile... Evidently I was sweating it all out. Finally at mile 10, I peed. I was happy. Onward.

Also about mile 10 I began to have pain in my right foot. I knew a blister was forming. My socks had been soaking wet from all the rain on the bike ride, and I didn't bring a dry pair to change into. So yes, I wasn't shocked to realize I was going to be miserable with blisters. Otherwise, I felt good. I wasn't ever sick or weak or anything. Obviously because I was only walking. I think the folks who really push themselves are the ones who get sick. I don't know. All I knew was that I felt fine, just wore slap out. Miles 7-9 I thought this entire idea was stupid. Why would anyone want to do this????

By mile 11, I  was focused on finishing. As I approached the finish chute, my step son Josh and son Jimmy were waiting for me and walked with  me towards the chute. As I approached the chute I decided we'll surely I can run. So I started to run. Soon I heard cheers of "Debbie!!!!!" You couldn't wipe the smile off my face. One of my happiest moments ever! Then I saw my niece Stacey, and triathlete friends David, Deleslyn, Danielle,  Dewayne, Stephanie, and Tim... Hugs and high-fives all the way up the finish chute. I was doing it. I was truly finishing my first half-ironman!!! 70.3 amazing glorious miles!!!!!!

It was, honestly, the best feeling in the world. They say triathlon is addicting. And now I know why. It's that darn finish line experience! 

My finish time was 8:59. So "technically" I did not finish. On the ironman.com race results I am listed as a DNF --Did Not Finish. That because Ironman gives you 8.5 hours to complete the race and I took almost 9 hours. However, if you cross the line while it's still open, you get a medal. Which is more important to me anyways.

In my mind, I finished. I went the distance. I love triathlon. I will be back. I will make 8.5 hours next time. So it's ok. And, when I do get in better shape and get faster, it will never be as special as this first half-ironman. Nothing will ever top this experience. Except maybe a full ironman:-)

This concludes my race report. It was an incredible day, and honestly I wasn't sure I would finish. But I did. Thankyou to all my friends and family who helped me get where I am today. Most especially I want to thank my husband. The training hasn't been easy on the marriage. It is hard to balance full time career, family and ironman.My heart is grateful.

Now, what's next? Oh, another half-ironman in October! Yes, I paid and am registered for the full ironman in September, but many long talks with my husband and I have decided to focus on weight loss and getting faster at the 70.3 miles before I take on 140.6 miles. And that's ok. I'll do some shorter distance tris this summer for fun, and toe the start line at Beach 2 Battleship half-ironman distance in Wilmington NC on Octboer 17. Hopefully leaner and faster. I truly do love swimming, biking and running. Walking. Whatever :-)

Fear

The excitement of signing up for Ironman Chattanooga is beginning to die down, now that I have hired a coach. Now the primary emotion I feel is fear. Oh, and sleepiness. Is that an emotion? 

   I have a lot of endurance to build, and speed as well, because I'm not fast. Which leads to the weight loss I need to shed, which will to a great extent help my speed.

    Today is my 7th day in a row at work, so I know I'm just tired in general. I think I'll be ok. Just need some sleep. 

   Oh, and the scale. The stinking scale. I haven't been on the scale since September 7, and I am terrified to get on it. What if I haven't lost much weight? What if being sugar and flour free hasn't helped at all? How can an intelligent person have such a fear and anxiety over a little machine on the bathroom floor? Because for 46 years my self esteem has been tied to my weight, obviously.one day soon, I will get on the scale. Oh, I also start swim lessons this week. That's all I have for now.

Ironman Chattanooga 2014 & 2015

Wow there is so much to update about! The best two things I've experienced recently are: becoming sugar and flour free, and the Little Debbie Ironman Chattanooga. I'll blog about the sugar free thing in a separate post. 

   Volunteering and spectating the Ironman triathlon was an amazing experience. It was also very inspiring. Watching those athletes cross the finish line after 13-16.5 hours of swimming, biking and running was amazing. Congrats to all the triathletes who trained hard all year and crossed the finish line.

So. What would be perhaps the dumbest and illogical thing to do 2 days after such an emotional and inspiring day? Why, sign up for the 2015 Ironman, of course. So now I'm invested. Ironman isn't cheap. I am really invested! But, my boys and husband are supportive and I have a few good friends who are going to train with me, as well as coaches lined up. I can toe the start like next September 27 only if I work out harder this year than I ever have. My only hope of finishing by midnight is if I lose a LOT of weight, and build tons if endurance and some speed as well. 

    One day at a time, my journey to Ironman has commenced.

Goals goals goals

September 1, 2014:

So I in July I joined a Facebook page to walk/run 100 miles in a month. I didn't make it, but it was still motivating. I liked having a goal. Since I was also swimming and biking, I figured it was nearly impossible to get 100 miles on feet. So, for August I set the following goals:

Run/walk 60 miles

Swim 10,000 yards

Bike 100 miles

Lose 8 lbs 

 

Drum roll please....

I didn't reach it. Here's what my month looked like:

Ran/walk 52 miles

Swam 5,000 yards

Biked---0.  Zero!!!

Weight-- afraid of scales.

I know that compared to most of America, that was pretty good. Except I don't want to be like most of America. I want to do stupid triathlons. Why? Because they are fun, and exhilarating. Because when I cross a finish line, I feel invincible! It's a euphoric feeling that I just don't get when I'm on the couch eating nachos. Or in the car stopping at Baskin Robbins' drive thru.

Ah, this bipolar exercise/nutrition self. You can trust me with your life, and I would never steal a Percocet, but don't leave me alone with a cupcake. 

Naturally it's easy and fun and narcissistic to post in Facebook when I nail the early morning swims or the long runs in the afternoon. Not nearly as much fun to post about the Taco Bell on the way home from work, or the fact that I skipped my run to lay on the couch and watch Breaking Bad (yes, I'm a year behind everyone).

So, it's only logical to keep the same goals for September. They are not hard goals. But I have to be consistent. The hardest things for me are: obviously, eating right, and exercising on the last days of my rotation at work. This past week I exercised days 1-3, and was lazy days 4-6. Today, day 7, I'm headed to the pool, to get my first swim of the month in.

It's a journey-- and I find I enjoy the journey more when I show up for swimming, biking or running.

So in September, I will reach the exercise goals. And my weight loss goal? Only a few pounds.

To see 258 or less. (Now that took a LOT of raw honesty.)

Winter time blues and ice cream

Well, this photo sums it up:

Hahaha. I still laugh every time I see it. I sooo wish it didn't represent the last 4 months. To be quite honest, it's been a rough 4 months. As graduation from the nurse practitioner program approached, I went into full burn-out mode on diet and exercise. I quit going to my trainer, and I only ran maybe 1-2x week. But, graduation was still a highlight of my life, nonetheless.

Aren't my guys adorable? 

So fast forward to January and February. My days were filled with working full time in the ICU, studying for board exams, and applying for nurse practitioner jobs. February 5 is a highlight because I passed boards and am now a licensed and certified Adult-Gerontology Acute Care Nurse Practitioner! Yeah! Unfortunately the job search was dismal and slow. My dream of working as a hospitalist was fading quick because there weren't any openings here locally. 

The exercise just ebbed and flowed, but the eating was horrific and yet all I wanted to do was eat some more. 

Anyways..... Last week a dream came true and 5:00pm, when I received a job offer to work on the hospitalist team at the county hospital!!! Yes!! I was fortunate to do a few months of clinicals there last year and I loved it. So, my heart is overjoyed and so very, very thankful. I have my employee physical this week and should be finding out a start date soon. Yeah!!

That said, while the job thing is settled, now I'm left with a body that has gained 17 lbs, and geez I wasn't even anywhere near goal. It's time to start again. again. AGAIN.  Sadly I've lost my desire for triathlon. Ok, maybe haven't fully lost it, but it's not what it was last year. Last year I was disciplined and motivated and this year I'm 100% blah...

Then, the other day I read about a lady who lost 100 lbs and her motto was "every damn day". Every damn day she exercised. And it just resonated with me. Every damn day. I actually wrote to her because I think we need a FB group by that name. 

So... Lastly, l am registered for a half-marathon this coming weekend.  I'm not sure I can do it. I did a half-marathon last month and it was exhausting. The most I've done the last 2 weeks is 9 miles,

6 miles and 4-5 miles. So we will see. I do long to be motivated again to be strong and fit. But the struggle with food is so overwhelming at times. 

When I run or bike, or swim, I have moments of joy and I know for sure it's what I want to do--- be active, healthy and strong. And then there are moments when all I want to do is eat ice cream and play on my iPhone.

Can you relate to this struggle? How do you deal with it? What do you turn to when tired or depressed? 

Wagons were meant for falling off of

Several things swirling thru my mind this morning. Should I start with the happy or or the hopeless? Ha. Yes, yes, yes, I have completed the requirements for my Masters degree in nursing. The only thing I lack is the nursing dedication next Tuesday and then graduation on Wednesday. So happy, so proud, so honored, so blessed. 

That said, now let's talk about the ongoing life-long struggle with food and weight and self esteem. 

When I finished my first half-marathon in October, I felt a little lost afterwards. With no immediate goal to work towards, my exercise began to fall apart. Or at least the purpose for it did. Then one fateful day (the day before Thanksgiving), I bent over to pick a pair of jeans up off the floor (housework is risky!), and felt a pop in my back. Immediately my back seized up and I could hardly move. Oh no.....  I'm not sure what made me cry-- the pain? No, I think the tears came because I knew I had just lost the ability to exercise for a while. Ugh. Took some Advil, grabbed an ice pack and went to bed.

And that was 2.5 weeks ago. I haven't run for nearly 3 weeks! Haven't biked! I did swim a few times but even that was 10 days ago. Oh em gee. My coach would send me my workout schedule regardless, accommodating the back pain, telling me to walk in the pool or use the elliptical instead of running, but do SOMETHING. With my comprehensive exam at school last week, I told my coach that I was taking time off. It sounded responsible. 

It. Sounded. Lazy.

And with the lack of exercise, and the sore back (which, while it still aches at times, is far more discouraging than it is painful), and the finishing of grad school, the food fell apart. 

Well, kinda.  

See, I would start each morning like this:

This is a work breakfast. But you get the point. Lunch was always pretty good too. 

And then every day around 3-4pm my food would fall apart. This is how it fell apart yesterday, thanks to the Nephrology docs (kidney specialists) who obviously want me to become diabetic and develop renal failure to keep them in business. :-)

Ah yes. So the best weight I've seen is 233.3 and the weight today is 239.5

Ugh!!!!!!!!!!!! Truly I feel like this:

So I suppose this blog post is completely pointless, except to whine and celebrate. Pleasantly and pathetically bipolar. Yeah! I've finished my Masters degree! A dream come true!!! Boo! I'm gaining weight and my back hurts! Please, someone pass me a Prozac and throw my butt on a treadmill. 

I won't give up. You know why? Because I love love love love how I feel when I exercise. I've told my coach that I'm ready to kick it back in gear starting on Monday. And, I might just jump on the spin bike today, because why wait until Monday? 

And I will continue to start each day eating right. If some days I fall into sugar, so be it. Because its a journey, a life. It's not a short term diet. No way. There is no finish line. You reach one goal, great. Set another one. Keep going. I started this endeavor to lose weight on January 1 this year, because I didn't want to be an obese nurse practitioner. I still don't want to be. And I still am. But I'm no longer morbidly obese, and it's possible, that I might be no longer even obese by summer if I would just keep making heathy choices. And keep swimming, biking and running. Ah yes, in the process this year I fell in love with triathlon. I'm not fast, but gosh darn if i don't just love it.

Carry on, peeps. Thanks for listening.

A Thankful Thanksgiving

Since it is a national holiday I don't think we should discuss the scale. But, my friends, it is up. I'm 5-6 lbs heavier than my best weight so far. Bummer. Oh here I am discussing it. Let's move on.

2013 has been one of the best years of my life. I have much to be thankful for. Here are the top 10, and not in order of importance, just in order of how they pop into my mind as I write. :-)

1. After a 4.5 year journey, first getting my BS in nursing, then my CCRN (critical care certification), now I am 3 weeks away from having my Masters in nursing! The emphasis in acute care nurse practitioner makes me eligible to sit for boards hopefully in February, and then look for a job as a nurse practitioner. Hopefully with a hospitalist team. Im so thankful to come to the end of the schooling journey, although I have thoroughly enjoyed it.

 

2. For triathlon! To start the year at over 270 lbs and end the year with 3 triathlons, one half-marathon and a 40 lb weight loss makes for a pretty gosh darn fantabulous year!!

3. For my sweet Tony, who has put up with our messy house for 19 years and who loves me whether I'm siting on the couch reading my iPhone or whether I'm gone to the pool. He is very supportive of my triathlon endeavors. As seen recently while I was in the spin bike:

4. My firstborn son Jimmy. Jimmy is in his senior year and he works part time at Olive Garden, and I just adore him. He's a good kid (as far as I'm aware, lol) and I am eager to see these next years as he fully matures and chooses a career. 

5. Our youngest son, Jason. Our 13 year old son has so much raw talent. He sings, he plays piano and guitar and he easily gets straight As. That is, when we can peel him away from Minecraft on the computer. 

6. Lisa Anderson, my trainer and coach. Look, I know it sounds ridiculous that I, at this obese weight, have a coach. But I do. So read on. I met Lisa at a Chattanooga Triathlon Club meeting. Well, didn't really meet her per se, but she was pointed out to me as a multiple-time ironman, and also a personal trainer. So I looked her up on Facebook and asked her if she would train me. She said yes, and so twice a week since January I've gone to her house to do all sorts of strength training. In May I asked her if she would write my workouts for swimming, biking and running. So now she's my coach too! Some weeks I'm a disobedient student/trainee, what am I? But I've learned it feels a lot better both physically and mentally to just shut up and do the workouts. I'm so thankful for Lisa and all I've learned from her and for the accountability she provides.

This is Lisa with her husband Tim (on the left) and their friend, at Beach to Battleship 140.6 last month.

7. SwimBikeMom. Last February, I had heard the terms "Clydesdale" and "athena" in the triathlon world. I googled the words and one of the hits took me to Swimbikemom's blog. I found her blog down to earth, authentic and extremely funny. So I bookmarked it and occasionally went to her site to read. At the end of February I caught some virus and was sick in bed for nearly a week. During that time, I went back to Swimbikemom's very first blog post and read every single entry until I was current. What a huge dose of inspiration. I became a loyal groupie to her, bought tech shirts and a cycling outfit that all said "swimbikemom" on them. I was thrilled to actually meet her at the women's triathlon last August in Acworth, GA. Thankyou, SBM, for inspiring me daily. Check out her blog at www.swimbikemom.com

8. Drs. Liedke, Champion, and Rigsby. Dr Liedke is the acute care professor at Southern. He is a genius and even though I think he is entirely too smart in all things cellular, I have benefitted greatly from his knowledge and can only hope to one day be as intelligent as he is. Dr. Champion took me under her wing for 200 hours this year and taught me all about Emergency medicine. I loved every moment with her and in the ER. I didn't meet Dr. Rigsby until the end of my clinical hours, which is really a shame because i certainly would have spent many more hours with him. He loves hospital medicine and was so patient and  such a great teacher. I am so thankful for such great preceptors this year.

9. April Burklow! I met April in the spring, and she has been part friend and part mentor this year. We've rode bikes together, ran together and swam together. And be aware that I am slower  than her in all three, so it was really out of the kindness of her heart that she accompanied and encouraged me all season. I appreciate you April!! Thankyou!

10. My Facebook family. The encouragement and support I've had all year from everyone in Facebook land has literally kept me going. I love keeping up with everyone on fb and yes, I'm completely addicted to it. But it's because I love you all :-)

11. Of course I am thankful to my parents who are healthy and well in Michigan. I don't see them enough. But we keep the phone company in business, since they are not online.

12. God, and His son Jesus. I'm no longer sure where I stand in relationship to my beloved Seventh-day Adventist Church. While it shaped my teen years and early adulthood, I am, perhaps, left with more questions than answers. Fortunately Jesus never endorsed a church. He endorsed following Him and being a blessing to others. I'm thankful God knows my questions and understands. God, Thankyou so much for this year of health, weight loss, triathlon, education, and my family and friends. I may be in debt up to my ears (Thankyou Sallie Mae), but I am truly the richest woman.