Ironman 70.3 World Championships is a wrap. For those of you who didn’t see my FB post (or aren’t on FB), I coined this race a shit show for several reasons. The most important reason being that #ironman ran out of medals. For both the men and the women. I was crushed, disappointed, pissed— you name it. Even Lars came unglued. That medal is my podium; it’s what I’ve worked so hard for over a year for. *
However, there was a bright spot. The surprise ending I referred to on my FB post. On Saturday night, after the race, Lars and I went to a burger place close to the hotel. A few minutes after we arrived, Julie Moss arrived and sat down near us (Google the name of you’re not familiar. Triathlon icon). She saw my finisher shirt, and said “Congrats!” I then told her that I’d had the pleasure of meeting her at Betty Camp 2 yrs ago, and what an inspiration she had been to me. She asked how the race went, and I told her what a crappy day I had, along with the fact that it ended without a medal. She was appalled, and without a second thought said “I’m going to the hotel to get mine and I’m giving it to you.” I asked her not to, but she wouldn’t listen. She came back a few minutes later, and gave me the medal. The three of us then had a wonderful dinner together, chatting about all sorts of things. And we promised to visit each other in the near future. *
That, my friends, is what triathlon is all about. We experience this kind of generosity when we least expect it. This community, this tribe, is special. I will cherish this medal like no other. ❤️❤️. Thank you, @juliemoss 1982. *
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