New Year New Who?

When I make a New Year's resolution, I'm serious. I gave up sodas when I was 17. I have not had a soda since (with a very, very rare Sprite for a stomach ache. . . and, ahem, a very, very, very rare Southern Comfort and Coke - don't judge). I don't always make a resolution, but when I do, I stick to it like glue. The last few years, I've replaced the resolution with tangible goals. In 2013, my goal was to learn something new. I learned how to sew and how to make cake balls. Boom. Last year, my goals were to run the Galveston bridge and complete 2 more half marathons, which I checked off by April. With eight months remaining in the year, I had to set more goals or risk going insane. I chose triathlon (or rather, it chose me).

2015 is the year of the half iron. I also aim to live more intentionally (that's a post for another day) and to nurture my family's faith through more church involvement (again, a post for another day). With my goals set, my giant calendar plastered on the bathroom door, and the training plan downloaded from triradar.com, the only thing that can stop me is myself.

There. I said it out loud. Time to make hay.