“You should ride this ride. Snacks are good.” Short declarative, smart sentences. Things that resonate with me. Enough said.
I adore Karen for so many reasons. First of all, she is hilarious. Like the time we met at the lake to open water swim—and the lake had all these ducks—and she said, “Dang. It’s a mass swim start.” I still laugh.
I love riding with her (even when she and IronDiva “force” Diet Coke down my gullet), because she never drops me. She is faster than me, yes… and she may ride ahead, but she’ll wait and snack with me. A friend requirement.
She has this spirit about her that is completely infectious. And she’s an amazing triathlete. You could probably spend the entire day with her without her even mentioning that she’s a two time 140.6 finisher and multiple marathoner. And she’s fast. Like a 12:46 hour Ironman (!). Enough said. (And she just signed up for IM Louisville. Shhhhh!).
I consult her on many things…at all hours. And she’s never led me astray. And we’re bike shoe twinsies now. That has to count for something.
Karen—thank you for “shining bright like a diamond” in my little tri world. I just love ya. And I’m going to be rooting for you in IM Louisville. [Here’s to the free socks.]
MG is one of my best, good friends. She’s a constant source of fun and encouragement.
She is my running idol. For sure. And chock full of smart nutritional and supplement advice (take Tumeric… with peppercorns!!).
Liz/Goat – thank you for always putting up with my John Mayer in the office next door, for my fabulous birthday calendar (I still have it), and all the encouragement over the years.
You are a great athlete—and a good triathlete if you’d just get your butt back in the pool. That is all. 🙂
And last, but certainly not to be ingored….
Sweet Red (a/k/a Ansley) and I met through the blog. Although she pretends it’s not the case. She tells everyone we are sisters, but I am the “much older” one. We found out that we (used to) live near each other, had kiddos the same age, and both liked Mexican food.
She’s the one (on the left) who does all the logistics behind Swim Bike Sell. We are kind of “sisters from other misters” and she’s become one of my very best friends. The Expert doesn’t understand how we have have thousands of texts with nothing but emoticons. But we can.
(Oh, not to mention that Yoda and Sweet Red and the Expert literally helped me ship 400 books from the first pre-order last year!)
Love you, sistah. Thank you for putting up with my inability to do math. And know which direction is North, South…