Tri 2 Inspire - The Making of Bionic Bri

It’s official, I am riding on the crazy train!   Ozzy Osbourne is the conductor and I am holding on for dear life to the caboose.   The Monticelloman Olympic Triathlon is a little over two months away and I am starting from SCRATCH with my swimming.   Yes, you read that correctly, I am starting from scratch.   The first time I met with my swim coach she asked me to swim down the lane.   After she saw my interpretation of swimming, she decided that I should start with the basics.   After doing a few laps of drills, I decided I needed to tell her that I had signed up for the Monticelloman Olympic.   So I took a break and told her.   She looked at me, started laughing, and said, “We have a lot of work to do.”   Surprisingly I felt relieved.   I just knew she was going to tell me I wouldn’t be able to do the race.   So here I am behind the 8 ball. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t concerned about not finishing the swim portion of the Monticelloman.   There is a 50 minute time li

Ever since I started monitoring my weight I have had a love/hate relationship with the scale.  When she showed me a number that I wanted to see, she was my best friend.  I would be on a euphoric high for the rest of the day.  I could conquer anything because of that number on the scale.  But when she showed me a number that I didn’t like, even though it was the truth, I would curse her and threaten to throw her out with the trash.  My mood would become dark and I would feel defeated.  I would ask myself what went wrong, even though I knew the answer.  Once again my emotional eating had gotten the best of me. Emotional eating….that thing that would have me eating when I was happy, sad, bored, and indifferent.   On a bad day I could go through a box of Captain Crunch Oops All Berries or Lucky Charms in less than a day.   Even worse I would exercise like a mad person only to eat all of my hard work away.   The scale was showing me my ugly truth, but I knew before I could come to term