Keep your mean-ass comments to yourself. I'm sure there's plenty of other threads to vent about.
I am an old woman. 67 years to be exact. I used to run marathons. Maybe a dozen. Half marathons. Maybe a half dozen. Triathlons. A ton of sprints down in central Florida. An olympic at Tampa. Boy did that suck.
My husband died, I retired, moved to Florida, gained 50 pounds, started smoking again, found el vino, been sitting on my ass and dying slowly in the sunshine.
Signed up for four sprint tris in 2019 down here in Florida. But I'm floundering. Can't find a way out of the black hole I've crawled into.
Someone got a game plan? Hellz bellz, my last and only 5k lately was on a cane. Came in at 1:30. DFL and as embarassed as hell. Don't particularly mind being embarrased .... WTF I'm still somehow in the game. I don't want to die without giving it another shot.
I'ma go down fighting. But where the hell do I start?
Thanks. I signed up for a series of four tris in 2019.
Diss me if you like. Hell, I'm already half in the ground. Sigh.