This was supposed to be a post wrapping up the results of a sprint triathlon I participated in today. I would write about reaching (or not reaching) my goals, how each sport went, where I can improve, what was my favorite part. But as my truck crossed the 35,000 mile-mark, I was driving back 2 hours from a cancelled event.
Rain. Thunder. Lightning. Stupid weather! Am I frustrated it didn’t happen? Of course. There was a lot of training leading up to the triathlon. Maybe the payoff is the training, though? Plus, we’ll never know what tragedies might have been avoided by calling the whole thing off. Not to be dramatic, but lives might have been saved and if that’s the case, then it’s sure as heck worth the inconvenience. In this case, it’s hard to be in a good mood– when things happen that are out of our control. I want to believe there’s a purpose behind it all. What’s God up to in my life? I guess I don’t know yet.
But at least I got a t-shirt.
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