I came home yesterday exhausted, sore, and sunburnt.

I spent the weekend at Mohican with the Cleveland Triathlon Club and they kicked my booty. I ran through the mud in the pitch black, biked 25+ miles of mad hills, hit 40 miles an hour on my bike(!!!), learned so much more about being an athlete than I ever thought possible, and met some amazing people. It was awesome.

I had a lot of reservations going into the weekend since I normally get a little homesick when I’m away from the boys for that many days (and since I barely knew anyone!). And when I didn’t have any cell reception AT ALL I thought the weekend was going to blow. But it ended up being great!

There’s just something super fun about being around people who sweat just as much as you and who think sweating 24/7 is just as awesome as you do. We went for a 6 mile run through this crazy uphill trail Friday night (in the pitch black!) in what seemed like 100% humidity and all just hung around the kitchen table afterwards snacking and getting to know each other. Sweat and all. It didn’t weird me out at all. In fact, I absolutely loved it.

It was a weekend full of Gatorade, Nuun, protein powder, bananas, bagels, honey stingers, body glide, and spandex. Lots and lots and lots of spandex.

I learned how to corner on my bike, how to make a fast stop (which I totally had to do during our ride and geeked out over how cool it was!), how to change a tire (finally!), and basically just feeling a lot more comfortable on my bike.

Hi Monica!!

For as serious athletes as some of these people were, they were so inviting and non-judgemental. I love elite athletes who welcome newbies to the scene. I love when they want to share their love of the sport and help those of us who are just starting to fall in love with it. We all started as newbies at one time. And we all could use a helping hand no matter what level we’re at.

I’m not sure I’m 100% a triathlon convert yet, but I am nerding out over it still.

I’m still on a total high from the weekend and can’t wait to get back on my bike! Though, I spent all weekend with her and have yet to give her a name. She’s white and purple (plum?) and pretty girly.

Any thoughts/suggestions??

Did you ever go to camp when you were younger? I never got sent to camp, but my family went camping almost every other weekend in the summers. I was always so jealous because my cousins had campers, but we had to sleep in a tent. Ha.