I've been pretty down the past month or so. Maybe not that whole time, and I've definitely had some great days, but letting go is hard.
I haven't let go of my dream of Kona. Not at all. But I've relinquished it for this season. I haven't had the season I thought I was in for, and the truth is a brutal pill to swallow. It's been physically and mentally taxing, the training hasn't been what it probably should have been, and I am in a stupid fast age group. These are the realities I must accept. It doesn't make it hurt less.
I can do better. I am better than what I've allowed this season. I can be stronger, healthier, and wiser about how I do things. When you're at the bottom, there's only one way to go
