Tri-Dogmom

This past Saturday was the El Tour de Phoenix. Last year I "raced it" and had a blast, despite being WAY undertrained & being dropped by the lead pack about 40miles into the race when I bonked. This year, I was on my own again but I felt much stronger and I had my NEW bike! I was hoping to finish somewhere around 3:10ish. The morning went perfectly. Arrived at a great time, got a good spot up front in the platinum section. Potty break, check, ready to go! The first mile was pretty good. I stayed to the far right side not close to anyone. Of course I had to work harder, but I'd rather work harder than get too close. My lungs suddenly FROZE up. I think the instant rush of adrenaline plus the cool weather. I pulled out my inhaler & took a couple of puffs. I pulled up a little closer to the pack, but still kept my distance. We were going about 28miles per hour, but I noticed it felt SO much easier than last year. My new bike responds SO well and, I know I

Las Vegas. Most people either love it, or hate it. I've always been somewhere in between those two. My first trip to Vegas was for a family reunion/wedding. It was just a few months after moving to AZ. I was young, broke and single. My date was my bff & roomie, Erin. We drove over after work on a Friday & crashed on an extra bed in my sister's hotel. My family spoiled us and bought our drinks, food and mom even gave us a little cash to gamble with. The wedding was great, but Erin & I were on a mission to hit the "clubs." Ten years later & I can hardly remember how the night went, other than we were completely decked out in cheap "forever 21ish" outfits & we ended up at some after hours nightclub. We left the club the next day just in time to shower & meet my mom for lunch before driving back home. Needless to say that didn't go so well, as we were both so tired and spent from staying up all night that we ended up pulling into a mo