A Sign Of Things To Come?

So dad found a picture from the old albums last week of me 'back in the day' with my first 'big girl' bike... It's not hard to believe that the bike was pink. Duh. But check out the name of the bike - Sweet Thunder! I almost died laughing when I saw that.

Who would have thought that years (many years) later I'd be riding "Pink Lightning" in all my races and training for an Ironman? Kind of ironic.

Tonight I ran for the first time with run club outside for a looonnngggg time. And due to the icy conditions, I proceeded to bite it at the first corner on a patch of ice. Luckily, no major damage... just a sore, stiff neck is all I can tell right now. Then after the run, I went and swam with the tri swim group again. All went well, except for the gallon of water I inhaled coming off the wall on the breaststroke due to an incoming wave. I think I coughed for the rest of the hour trying to get all that water out of my lungs. Aughh. Oh well....gotta love swimming!