Tri Report: The Cheerleaders

I wish I had an accompanying picture, but these cheerleaders sat at a lonely water station about 6 miles into the bike course at the top of one of the many steep climbs.

They made me start thinking about the race as a metaphor for life; then about all the cheerleaders I have had in my life. Then I started to get verklempt which is not a wise thing during a race in which every breath is vitally important.

I don’t know who those water station cheerleaders were, but their encouraging words are not only what pushed me through to the end of that grueling nine miles but also had me counting my blessings and vowing to be a better cheerleader to those around me (I mean I’ve got the skeelz and all).

Thank you.