outside.

So its pretty crazy the turns that life throws in the road. I haven't had any luck with teams or coaching (with the proud exception of mike...but he knows that). I worked with a group last year that gave up on me...still not sure why. they claimed it was because they couldn't "do anything for me". I'm bitter. I don't give up....let alone on people.
The CKC just seemed too darn perfect. Getting a year of top end coaching...a ton of free equipment...a blog on TRIATHLETE.COM!!!!! a chance to go to placid again and have a potentially FREE trip to kona...pretty suh-weeet gig ehe?! I must tell you all that the 5 other kats that were chosen for this challenge are as good as it gets. They are AMAZING people with amazing stories and they ALL deserved to be a part of this. (in fact, i feel like everyone i met at the CKC deserved to be a part of this...) They are warm and caring and whole. I feel so blessed to be one of the 6.
This is a life changer for me. FOR SURE. You have to believe. You have to believe that there is a chance and that there is hope. The 5 others in this group have demonstrated that and I believe that all 6 of us are symbols of what happens with you believe...believe big.
I guess i keep using this word "believe". It spawns so many meanings. Few people in this crazy world do believe....in life. in love. in happiness. in themselves. in magic. it is easy to say that you can't. it is easy to say you're crazy. it is easy to be comfortable. magic happens when you go outside your box...outside that zone of comfort. outside. if you dont believe me...then i am afraid that you are one of "them". I hope that you follow my blogs and you are inspired to go outside.

Here was my essay from my CKC entry. that one night where i clicked away on the computer and began a new journey.

Ali once said, “I hated every minute of training, but I said, ''Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion.'' Enduring toleration is what differentiates you from I. You see, I’m the one that shows up and jacks your AG slot. Didn’t know I was coming did you?I’m silent. I’m the hot tall blond at work in the Tahari suit and high heels, delegating orders yet making nice with everyone. The men bow and the chics seethe. They have no idea that underneath lies torn up tri shorts and a devoured sports bra. I leave early to attend to my dark secretive love affair with my legs. How vicious can they be tonight? How far can they take me? Who motivates me? Who drives me? That’s a silly question. This sport isn’t about who. There aren’t any whos on the course. There aren’t any whos on mile 104. There aren’t any whos at mile 22. The whos are my legs. My legs drive me. They are my lovers. They are my propulsion. How intense that love affair becomes is the difference between solidity and debility. I’m young. I’ve got a road in front of me as long as I want it to be. I see the lava beds of the Queen K every night in my dreams. I hear the cheers of Alii drive in the midst of ringing phones and “tp reports”. Am I intense? You bet your ass I am. Am I too intense? Come on Cadence, is there such a thing?I want to arouse those who feel they need a who. Those timid and meak. Unleash them. Let them rip. Everything they need is right there inside of them.