Strange combination of letters that I never had to use before.
But there is a first time for everything and last weekend it was my first time with a DNF.
Have to confess that Sunday I was disturbed because I did not cross the finish line and I could not find my place.
I was going well and in contention better than anticipated.
Until the mechanical...
But so it goes.
By Sunday afternoon at the community pool my focus had change and I was in full on pool enjoying bliss.
This coming Sunday and I am stepping to the start line again to see where my body and mind can take me.
There is no time to dwell in last's weeks failure... All the grease, dirt, and grime from last Sunday has been washed away and the CLOT BUSTER polka-dots are ready to head out again and catch peoples eye about the STOP THE CLOT message that we need to continue spreading.
Say Hi if you see me crossing the city from north to south and all over downtown.
Thanks for reading,
The Clot Buster
1 comment:
((Hugs)). I think part of racing is knowing when to say when. We focus so much on time, and sometimes just 'finishing,' but we don't talk too much about knowing when it's ok to raise the white flag or throw in the towel..but it happens to the best of us. :-)
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