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So, the last weekend in April marks 5 years.  5 years since my Ironman Danish and I tied the knot (weird right? It seems like yesterday…).

Quinn joining us for the wedding pics

The last weekend of May marks 5 years since my best friend lost her battle with Breast Cancer (also weird, I feel like I just got off the phone with her).  I know I have said it before, but it is the reason I ride pink.  It is hard for me to think about one anniversary without thinking about the other.

Mom at our wedding rocking her beard....

Some people might say they want to grow up and be just like their mom, but, for me, as long as I can remember, I wanted to grow up and be the person my mom wanted me to be (which, is a person eerily similar to my mom).

Everything I did (and do) I did in the vision of who she saw me to be.  I give everything I do my all (and then some) because that is how she approached life and how she wanted me to approach life.  She was diagnosed with cancer and instead of crawling into a corner and resigning to the disease, she gave the battle her all for 10 years.  Because of this, a little zone 5 pain, a little muscle soreness after a race, or an accidental dehydration headache became small potatoes and I force myself to push harder in everything I do.

A piece of art I wanted to give her but never got the chance....she knew it though....

When they said “for better or for worse and in good times and bad” on our wedding day, no way did we think that in the first month of being married we would face the worse and bad all at once.  Ironman Danish was an Ironman for me before ever actually competing in the sporting event.  There are a million cliches for the role he played for me and a million more for what it is like to loose your mom.  But a few things remain true and that is there is not a day that goes by that I don’t miss her more than anything.  There is not a day that goes by that I do not think about her.  There is not a that goes by that I don’t talk to her and hear her voice telling me I am doing what she would want me to do (including those times when I can hear her breathing deep and asking me “why?” after my telling her I rode 112 miles for fun in one day).

Ma Voicemail

So…five years.  You take the good with the bad.  And, the good is that I have had an awesome 5 years with Ironman Danish.  I have two happy and healthy furry babies Quinn and Margarita.  I have healthy and happy dad and brothers (thank you God everyday for this),  great friends, and more.

The Fam in MIA for Christmas

I am truly lucky.  Hopefully this luck spills over into some more great results that I can tell my mom (and everyone) about.  So, on this five year mark, Happy Anniversary to my Ironman Danish.  And, also on this five year mark, I miss and love you mom I will continue to race and ride pink (starting this weekend with SERC #4).

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