Whew! I made it! It was not without many obstacles in the way, but I was grateful I was finally able to check a triathlon off my bucket list! About 3 weeks before the race my old ankle/foot injury from water-skiing last summer started hurting a lot again. I couldn't run for several weeks or even walk for a couple days. I was in a lot of pain. I didn't want to go to the dr before the race because I was afraid she would tell me I couldn't do the triathlon and I knew mentally I just had to do it, even if I had to hobble the run portion. I had trained and it had been cancelled before and I really needed to do this!
Well...the week had many tender mercies/miracles mixed in with several obstacles. It literally was like my whole life in one week...so many ups and so many downs! The Lord was watching over me though and helping me clearly see His hand.
I ended up calling the dr office making an appointment for the week after the race to see if I needed surgery or how bad my foot was. Well, the first tender mercy was they called the next morning and said can you come in tomorrow morning, we had a cancellation. Originally I was like no I don't want to because then she will tell me I can't do the race, but my foot hurt so bad that I decided to trust in the timing. Well I went to the dr and she said I had tendinitis and plantar fasciitis pretty bad under my foot from over compensating my sprained ankle for so long. The good news was it was easily treatable and there were no broken bones or torn tendons. She told me to go for it with the triathlon but that I would be in a lot of pain after. She gave me steroids to take for a week, inserts for my shoes, and scheduled PT. My goodness I was so glad it wasn't a super long recovery ahead of me. The steroids worked wonders and in a couple days I felt so much better and was hopeful I could at least run most of the run.

Throughout the week other things happened...like I stepped on a nail and because I had just gone to the dr and gotten inserts in my shoes, another miracle is that the nail didn't go through my foot. Then the night before the race Deacon felt sick and threw up and I was terrified I would get sick right before the race so I couldn't sleep.On race day I was so nervous, because I had trained for months and wasn't sure how my body would handle it all. Well Becca my friend walked me through everything and drove us to the race. We got there and for some reason my front bike tire was completely flat and wouldn't hold air.. I was devastated. I didn't want that to be the reason I couldn't race! Well...another miracle...A man named Alan pulled up next to us and had a spare tire and changed it so quickly for me and I was beaming knowing I had just received my next miracle. I was excited and headed to the start.
The race began and I felt good. The swim portion went well and I was feeling pretty good. I got on my bike and was so excited to just go! Well...2.5 miles in my tire got really low...then essentially was completely flat. I was so bummed!! How did I have the miracle of fixing my wheel and then it go flat again. Well I prayed and prayed that the tire tread would just at least stay on the wheel so I could get a few more miles down the road. The farther down I was, the less I would have to run. I wasn't sure if my foot could handle more running. I just focused on watching the wheel and went slow and steady. Miles passed and still no one was around to help with my wheel so I kept going. I got to mile 8 and then my watch died!!! I was grateful I made it this far and prayed Heavenly Father would see me through just a little more at a time as I tried to reach the 13 mile mark. I kept going with what I could on the wheel and at just a mile left someone finally came to see I needed help with my flat tire. At that point, I was almost there, but he was really nervous about my wheel, so I let him at least pump it really quick so I could finish the last 1/2 mile strong. I miraculously made it through the bike portion and hurried onto the run. I actually felt pretty good about the run and although my watch wasn't working I knew I had a great pace and I finished strong. 
Deacon ran the last part with me :)
I have a great cheering section!Becca has done many triathlons, so I was grateful to have her along for the adventure.
Grateful for Ragnar always supporting my goals.
That race taught me so many lessons. I could see so many of the miracles, but that did not mean that Heavenly Father didn't leave me with obstacles to overcome as well. I was so proud of myself for staying positive despite all of the obstacles and trusting in myself and my ability to know that I can do hard things and I don't quit.It was a great experience even if it wasn't a smooth one, and I am grateful for my family for cheering me on, and for Heavenly Father with me every turn of my bike..literally.
The whole family ended up getting the stomach bug the day after the race (minus Rags) and I started PT. God didn't take away the hard, He just showed me clearly He was here with me through it. Now if I can recover from the stomach bug and get some strength I'll be doing great!