I was recently reminded by my friend and TRIgirl teammate, Ashby, that I had not written a blog post in a while. I knew I was past due on posting, but I had been unsure on how to properly articulate the rollercoaster of emotions that I have dealt with after my DNF at Monticelloman. So let me apologize now if this post is not too cohesive. And Ashby, I promise to be more consistent with my blog posts! The first couple of days after Monticelloman were really tough for me. Self-doubt engulfed me. Even though I was being flooded with positive messages through Facebook and email, I was still allowing myself to be in a funk. All I wanted to do was have my pity party. I resorted back to eating junk food as a coping mechanism. I remember being full and still stuffing my face. I didn’t want to think about what I saw as a huge failure. My self-doubt made me question if I should continue doing triathlons. I even found myself mad at the race director for making the time