A TRIing summer

I completed my last tri of the season and it feels a little bitter sweet. Sweet that I no longer feel compelled to get up at an unruly hour to swim, run, or ride. Bitter that I no longer feel compelled to get up at an unruly hour to swim, run, or ride. I could always work toward next year but then that would ruin my long standing reputation of procrastination, so probably not.
Thanks to my camera toting, supply carrying, sideline cheering, number one fan.