Love the Life you Live, Live the Life you Love

I always forget to mention one of my favorite parts of triathlon - the finish line. I know what you're thinking: "no shit Katie it's the moment you get to stop moving for the first time in over an hour, get a medal, a shirt, a water bottle, some food...." Okay, okay, ooobviously 99% of the field's favorite place is the finish line. But not only do I love it because that means, well, I'm finished, but I love it for the people I meet there. The people who ran the same race I did and endured all the hills and the long stretches and the transitions. The sprinting, the sweating, the climbing, the coasting, the heat, the cold, etc, etc. Without a doubt, when I cross the finish line, every time Chris is in some deep conversation with a new friend he met on the course. It takes him an average of two hours to get from the finish line back to the transition area because he stops every person who passed him and congratulates them. They talk strategy, equipment, shoes, bu...

The House that Built Me ^It's a link^ I thought if I could touch this place or feel it This brokenness inside me might start healing Out here it’s like I’m someone else I thought that maybe I could find myself If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave Won’t take nothing but a memory From the house that built me Mama cut out pictures of houses for years From Better Homes and Gardens magazine Plans were drawn and concrete poured Nail by nail and board by board Daddy gave life to mama’s dream Maybe I'm getting a little homesick...understandable, it's been 5 months. Love love love, me

I promise I will get better at blogging once respiration, phonation, and articulation no longer dictate my time and running, cycling, swimming, Citysports, and Harvard lab rule once again. Big plans for the rest of the summer, big plans. As usual. In the meantime...I'm trying to hide the fact I'm staring fixedly on the hockey player across from me who has gained no less than 30 lbs in the last 3 weeks. He really let himself go in the off season. I hope this isn't a reflection of BU hockey next season! love love love, me