Occoneechee Mountain, NC

It’s not exactly a mountain. Big hill, yes indeed. But it’s close to being a “mountain” for the middle part of NC, and definitely a really beautiful place! The weather was crazy perfect and there was still a lot of color left to see in the leaves.


After losing Tina and feeling so sad it was nice to have 2 hours of being physical in nature and being in the ground. Little Frank had the best time. =) It was great having him out there and loving life with us.

Check out these pics…

I also started thinking about plans for 2018 and what goals I want to commit to. I want to nail that down soon so I can start thinking about what to do and how to make that happen. Stay tuned for a list of the dragons I’m gonna’ slay next year…

But for now, I can’t believe all of this beauty was only 40 minutes away. The kids thought it was about 7 hours away based on all the whining. : / WE ARE GONNA HAVE FUN DAMMIT!!



Dog heaven must be amazing


In my mind, I close my eyes and I see dog heaven. I see all the good dogs who have come and gone….the sick dogs aren’t sick anymore. The old dogs are young again. The broken dogs are whole. The abused dogs are loved. They are all friends in a dog utopia land with lakes and hiking trails, warm beds for all, tons of bacon, restaurants serving burgers and biscuits, and automatic ball/pinecone/stick throwing devices that never stop. It’s a beautiful place with perfect weather all the time. All dogs in dog heaven behave & love each other in their own way.

I guess she has fulfilled her purpose with us and it’s time for her to transition to move on. Her purpose in our family has been to teach our young boys how to treat animals. How to interact with a big dog. To respect dogs. To take care of them with food and water and exercise and biscuits. Lots of biscuits. How to snuggle. To understand nonverbal communication. To know the power of touch. To understand that nothing lasts forever.

I started writing this at one pm, November 7th. In 2 hours we will be saying bye to our 15 year old dog Tina…also known as Tina Turner. I’ve cried for the past 3 days. We know it’s time. We cooked her chicken & bacon today. She loved it.

As painful as this is, I know that there are dogs that I can’t see right now that will be in my life in the future. And I’ll do this again. And again. And again.

Today is the next day…Nov 8th at lunchtime. She’s gone but her water dish, food bowl, food mat, bed, and collar are still here. The kids don’t really seem to care. Maybe it’s not real to them or maybe they just were never attached like we were. Maybe one day they will remember her and her lessons. I cried most of the day yesterday. Woke up at 4:30 crying, next to our other dog Frank. Have tried to occupy my time today with lots of things. One day it won’t feel as awful and I’ll have great memories. Right now I miss her so deeply. It’s like a stab to my heart that never stops dripping. One day it will close up and heal. And I’ll stop crying.

I really hope dog heaven is amazing.

Who pees in your pants?

Let me first say that at all the events I’ve done, I’ve only once run into the “mean girls” – those who say some snarky, better-than-everyone-else type of comment. Otherwise, we tri people seem to be pretty supportive of one another. But this…….ya’ gotta’ hear this one.

So two weeks ago I did the LifeTime Indoor tri. They were held all over the US and I did the one in Raleigh. The event was great but here’s the short version of what happened:

A co-triathlete was in the transition area (locker room) with me and ripped a giant hole in her running tights. I loaned her the sweatpants I walked in wearing, they were extra and weren’t great for an event but they were something and she wouldn’t be naked. She could at least finish the event, probably very hot but could finish rather than DNF.

At the end of the event, during the run on the treadmill she peed!! Just couldn’t hold it. If you stopped the treadmill or got off the bike you’d be DQ so a bathroom break was impossible during the event legs. After we finished she told me, very embarrassed, that she had peed while wearing my pants! It was very obvious. Wetness can’t be hidden on light grey pants. It was everywhere. So I tried to be really nice, telling her it was ok, we’d figure it out, don’t worry, etc.  She got my number, dialed it on the spot to be sure it went through. She said she’d go out & buy me new pants. Totally embarrassed, and I was kinda’ confused and flustered and embarrassed for her. That day she went out and sent me a pic of what she was going to get, it was very comparable. Asked me about the size.

And then……………………the sound of silence.

Nothing. She disappeared. No pants, no further communication, nothing.

Now…if tables had been reversed, I would have replaced the pants AND given a gift card to dinner somewhere. I would have been embarrassed & humiliated that I did something like that to someone who was gracious enough to help me in a bind. I would have gone over the top to make sure I had fixed the situation as best I could. But here I am 2 weeks after this incident and I have heard nothing. N-O-T-H-I-N-G

Short of her falling off the Earth, moving to another country, having massive surgery and being bed ridden, losing all 10 fingers in a devastating accident (so no typing), purchasing her own private island to move to, or some other extreme example of moving on or being incapacitated or dead…I have to wonder, who does this sort of thing? At first it was uncomfortable, funny, awkward – but now I’m really wondering how someone can think this is ok?! What type of moral compass does someone have that does this? It’s definitely not normal to pee on other people’s clothes and walk away from it, like it’s just another day.

The whole thing was just a rainbow of emotions – weird, funny, strange, awkward, supportive, and others. So let this serve as a warning to you: no good deed goes unpunished. Given the current political climate I guess this is the new normal. She finished the race, got a new pair of pants, and I lost mine.  ;(