Yesterday was my first Olympic race in a long, long time - and the first one in 2 years I actually had fun at. The only other Olympic I even had the trace of thinking, "hey this is ACTUALLY the best" is Lobsterman wayyy back when sophomore year. Last season was pretty much the worst - between getting hit by that car, losing my will to train, slipping into lazy eating- ice cream -on-the-couch mindset and hating my "twitchy" new bike...well, I never thought I was going to love racing again. After all , racing hurts. And who likes to do things that hurts? But after a summer of running hills, biking long, winding roads, and swimming in lakes in NH I'm finally back to my old self. Just as competitive, headstrong, and masochistic as ever, and that's the way I prefer me. In addition, I'm the fastest at running I've ever been! That's just a perk, though. So yesterday I relished that pre-race nauseous feeling I get as soon as I put on my wet suit. I l...
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