I am so sad to hear that one my favorite military supporters, Treats for Troops, is shutting down.
I received an email that June 21 will be the very last day to order a package to be sent to the men and women who are serving this country and protecting us every day.
They're offering 20% off of everything until they close! Even phone cards!
The goal is to make sure that every soldier that was registered with them gets a package before they shut their doors completely.
You can make your way to Hope's blog where she continues to send care packages. She accepts Paypal donations there too.
Love ya Hope! You'll be getting my TFT funds now! Thank you for all that you do!
Yoga keeps me strong.
I don't know why I slack off from my yoga practice when I'm training for something. I can TOTALLY feel my age when I'm not doing as much yoga.
My body gets stiff, stubborn and achy.
My mind gets all cluttered with messy thoughts.
My stress levels begin increasing because I can't stop thinking all the time.
Grrr... I guess 40 is coming on with a vengeance unless I can get in my pranayama and asanas.
I did my first open water swim over the weekend.
I actually swam in one of the local lakes near my house with some other triathletes. This is not a first for them. I thought it wouldn't be much of a problem for me either since I've been swimming better in the pool.
I didn't plan that I would be recovering from an all out tantrum.
Yes, I fully admit that I threw a tantrum over the Gentleman Jack thing. Funny how emotional drama can suck the life right out of you.
I felt so weak and panicked while trying to swim in the murky waters of the lake. At least with a pool, you have end points at every length of the pool. Swimming in a lake is so different. I would swim and swim and then look up and it felt as if I was going NOWHERE.
I am trying my best to stay calm and level-headed about this triathlon on Sunday. I tend to have anxiety about athletic events like I used to when I was a singer going on stage. I'm okay once I get there and get started. Until then, my stomach is in knots. I'm ready to get to it so that I will stop thinking about it.
No matter how I do, I will finish this thing. And I can't wait to document the experience.
I've already registered for another triathlon in August in my Louisiana hometown.
Go ahead and call me crazy. I fully blame everything I do right now on my complete insanity.
Wish me luck.