On my way.

As Hilary Clinton says, "It takes a village."  Or more like AA, a great chiropractor, a massage therapist, yoga instructor, a swim coach, a tri coach, accupuncturist, a pile of training buddies and awesome friends. 

You cannot do this alone.

And yes, I mean cancer and/or Ironman. 

I am more blessed than I realize.

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