I came home from a work trip to New York (yes, the insane amount of travel continues) to find a package full of this:
My Team Coeur kit!
Of course, I immediately put these goodies to use. Because if I'm going to eat hot dogs wrapped in pancakes for post-run dinner (don't judge -- I've been traveling too much to go to the grocery store), I might as well do it with heart and courage.
|Also, the hat matches my bathrobe. And yes, that's the poop bathrobe.|
And in case you are wondering, the kit is very good for carrying large ginger cats like they are infants. No chafing, and the top does not ride up.
|No angry kitty!|
In all seriousness, though: I'm beyond stoked to be part of Team Coeur. And I can't wait to represent in New Orleans. The race becomes more and more real each day -- in fact, I had a brick workout today, and I have one again Saturday and another Sunday. And Coach Mark is pushing me in the pool -- lots of emphasis on sprinting and hard efforts. I still feel like a crazy person for having signed up for a 70.3 so early in the season, but a little insanity keeps life interesting.