Panthers Triathlon Club - Part A - Triathlete of the Months.

I guess everyone knows how much I love my club - that's no secret. And if it is to some of you then please let me shout it out from the roof tops. I LOVE PTC. As part of my role within the club as Media and Public Relations Director I pick people to take part in our Triathlete of the Month segment as well as our Race Report segment. I want to share some with you. This will be a regular feature of my blog as I gain permission from the recipients. So drum roll please :

Number 1: Bob

Number 2: Kristy

Number 3: Rommel

Number 4: DaveNumber 5: Jen

Please make my friends feel welcome into the land of BlogVille. I am so proud to call them my friends. Make sure you leave a little comment on my blog making them feel welcomed. And stay tuned tomorrow. There will be a stack of race reports to follow.

Click on each segment and you should be able to enlarge each picture enough to read. Enjoy what PTC has to offer.

Thanks for the photo Kate.

To dream.

"A series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep"

Or is it your minds way of playing tricks on you, a way for it to make you question that which is real to that which is nonsensical. I don't know how many times I have awoken to a dream of having won millions of dollars only to realise that this is not to be.

Last night's dream was different.And not sure why I dreamed it. Maybe I have some left over angst from Yeppoon, whatever it was - the dream was ODD. It's not like I'm training for anything at the moment. Or maybe I'm just tired and being up most nights for the last week with sick kids has made me loopy.

Whatever it was, my dream landed me "smack dab in the middle of transition" at Port. I was laying out my stuff and realised I had no drink bottles, my runners had laces, I had no High 5 gels and my rear tyre was flat. Needless to say I was a complete wreck in my dream. All I could scrounge up were 4 GU Gels (not my cup of tea) and one drink bottle that didn't even sit in my drink cage properly. As for the rear tyre I changed it with tears pouring down my face constantly repeating to myself "what were you thinking, you practised time and time again, how could you get this so wrong". Needless to say, I awoke in the midst of and anguished cry and couldn't stop at about 2am. Really, what were the chances of something like this happening - ZERO, but somehow my brain thought it a catastrophic enough event to have me go through it in the safety of a dream.

I guess if I was to take this dream to an expert they could pick it to bits and it would cost me a fortune for the appointment. I know what this is saying about me, I need to learn to go with the flow. That life is going to throw massive curve balls at you and you just need to adapt. It ain't that big a deal. Use each moment that does not go according to plan as a moment to learn, to grow, to analyse and move on. To not stay stagnant in one's thought's - patterns but to find ways to challenge yourself.

But most of all to know that This too shall pass. That nothing bad lasts forever. What have you overcome?