The Women in my life

This Blog post is inspired by Katies's Facebook post last week. I too have inspiring and amazing women in my life. I don't know how I would have survived the last year or so without the support of these women. In support I just mean their friendship, their great listening skills and the unconditional love I felt.

I have always had female friends, I am a women's women, meaning that while I love guys, I don't hang out with them. My best friends are women. I just relate to them.

I just had a great phone conversation with Kyla, to make a long story short she has become a great friend. She walked into my studio 2 1/2 years ago and we just clicked, in fact she used to stay so long after class talking to me, my husband would question my tardy arrival at home. Kyla and I would joke that she was my Wednesday night lover. Kyla now is a teacher at my studio, from that Wednesday night class to a yoga teacher, I love that.

Kyla cares so much she is at home planning and plotting how I can build my studio and overcome what is a tremendous amount of competition in Brooklin.

Now I could be here all day talking about the women who have inspired me this year but I am "bricking" with Misty soon....bricking is not the skill of brick laying it is the arduous task of cycling a long distance, then hopping off your bike and running...a hobby of the insane according to a hilarius quote I found on the Internet (which I am going to have to find again and post).

I am sure this fall I will be in a duathalon...my first...maybe I will find one in conjunction with my approaching milestone..my 50 birthday which is in September. I have planned a great year for myself, I am heading to Thailand as a little B-Day gift to myself, as well, there are a few races I will enter...soon...my placing will get better in races. As there are fewer women in their 50's running races then women in their 40's.

So I am off to choose comfortable bricking clothes.....fill my belly with a protein shake and I will report back on my first experience transitioning from bike to road....sigh...

As a final thought, I am reminded that someone thought I was Misty's mother.... there is a 19 1/2 year age difference so bricking with Misty is a reversal of roles....I run behind her trying to keep up....as if I was the child and her the other...it is hilarious. I secretly wish she would just grab my hand and pull me along.