Welcome, 2016

hungover

This is how I awoke to 2016. Hungover and makeup everywhere.

Here we are, the Year Of The Triathlon. It is upon me.

There is something exciting but also very scary about being able to say ‘This year, I am going to do a triathlon’.  Technically, I can say that I will be doing my first triathlon next month. Next month.

What the bloody hell have I done? I am not a triathlete!

Note to self: swim+bike+run+me=triathlete. Fact. 

I am a triathlete, and in 2016 I will demonstrate this publicly on at least three occasions. Bribie, Straddie and Noosa had better watch out. Continue reading