Although I’m a little mad at myself for missing, it does correlate to something I think is paramount when achieving any sort of goal… which is, winning streaks and losing streaks.

So many things that are great come in pairs. Two lungs (plug), two legs (plug), two wheels on a bike and two people pushing each other to be faster and stronger.

I wasn’t about to let myself be at a beach all weekend and not, not do a beach run.

I have told myself (and anyone around me that brought up triathlons) that I wanted to run an Iron Man before I turn 30. Not sure if it was being cooped up in the house for this past year or that feeling of I’ve said it for long enough I need to hurry up and do it but so begins my journey to do just that.