Home Sweet Home

I'm safe and home and sore and sad. But happy too...

Camp was a blast - am still in amazement at the wonderful time that I had. My head is still spinning, trying to process what just happened to me. It was simply incredible - one of the best weekends of my life. And I will be forever changed.

There is so much to do...

Photos to upoad, training plans to update, bags to be unpacked, bike to reassemble (okay - only putting on the front wheel... but as I'm back in the Flatlands of Florida - my 12-25 will no longer be needed), car to be cleaned, and thoughts to be gathered.

My reunion with Nathaniel was wonderful (it was only a few days), and Tabbitha decided to poke her head around the corner and waddle, er walk, into the living room and say "hello".

I still can't believe I'm home - it seems like a dream.

I am tired - I am sore - my glutes are screaming at me (all the time spent in aero climbing hills, no MOUNTAINS - Holy Sore Butt Batman!) - and my body is exhausted. Not the greatest time to post a blog about my wonderful weekend.

Don't worry - the posts and photos are on the way. I promise.

Finally - Jen, Elizabeth, Ashley, Leslie, and Mary - I love you guys all. Thanks for letting me be part of the gang, for making me feel as though I've known you all of my life, for kicking my butt when it needed kicking, for making me laugh, for bringing out the silly side of me, and for making me be the Tough Cookie.

A title that I will work hard to keep, rest assured.

And with that - I'm off to bed. The house is clean (WONDERFUL NATHANIEL!!!), but the car and my gear are still messy and packed up. Part of me doesen't want to face all of my gear, my packed bags... unpacking everything would be admitting that Camp HTFU is officially over. But I know that it'll have to be done.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Thanks to Danielle - your coffee saved our lives on more than one occasion. And to everyone else - we thought about our blogger friends. Mira - hope that you had a great 1/2 marathon... and to Courtenay - just got your box. It was the best present ever - I finally feel like a "real" cyclist. Next time I climb Panther Mountain, you know what I'll be wearing.

Okay - sleep is calling. Dreams of Camp, of Jen jumping into the pool while the rest of us poke our toes in the cold water, of Elizabeth bounding up the hills running and biking, of Ashley and I running with Heather Gollnic (Holy Pro Encounter Batman!), of Mary backing up Big Momma without hitting ANYTHING, of Leslie encouraging me the final 10 minutes of our long brick (while I was fighting a loosing battle to an ugly bonk) - will stay with me long after this weekend.

But not yet - no recaps just yet...

I'm home - I'm safe - I'm happy, but sad that camp is over - and now.... hhhmmm... think that I'm forgetting something....

Oh yeah - the photos.

As my camera is still in the car, and it's late - pictures will have to wait.

But I promise... they're stellar.

Just like Camp HTFU. Can't wait for next year. But... that seems so far off. Greenville was great, Carolina Triathlon (local bike shop was stellar), the Mountains called our names.... any takers?

How about next weekend guys?

Count me in!