I haven’t blogged in a while. Blogging used to be a bit of an escape for me. Something I’d use to write down all my challenges, all my stories of some pretty tough times I went through whilst pursuing my sporting goal. It was a way of getting away from the physical side of sport, and a way of digging deep into the psychological minefield that can be so hard to understand within elite sport.
This one is different. This one is all about gratitude.
Thank you for opening my eyes to so many different experiences.
Thank you for teaching me about hard work.
Thank you for pushing me beyond what I ever thought I was capable of.
Thank you for the good times, the medals, the podiums, the prize money.
Thank you for the memories, the laughs and the incredible friends I have made.
Thank you for taking me around the world with you and letting me see some incredible places.
Thank you for the bad times, the DNF’s, the failures, the injuries.
Thank you for teaching me never to give up.
Thank you for hurting me, punishing me with bad luck and cruel outcomes.
Thank you for helping me to understand that it’s never all sunshine and rainbows!
Thank you for giving me the mind-set of a winner; a fighting spirit and an ability to push myself.
Thank you for planting a seed within me, a strong desire to succeed in whatever I put my mind to.
Thank you for teaching me discipline, appreciation, patience and understanding.
Thank you for the 5am starts, the cold and wet bike rides and the pavement pounding.
Thank you for being the biggest part of my life that anything has ever been.
Thank you for always being there for me to come back to after we fell out!
Thank you for the hours and hours and hours of fun.
Thank you for the journey.
Thank you Triathlon, for everything you have done to shape me into the person I am today.
Now… where are my trainers?!