I have not written in sometime. Plainly, I just did not know what to write.

As an athlete coming into a sport where you feel many of those within your support system have certain beliefs about your ability, which further extends to people that you hardly know having a similar notion, and you fail at those preconceived expectations, one is left with quite a void.

I will be honest, after my success in my first Continental Cup Race on April 4th I have had somewhat of a disaster of a racing and training year.

I have taken a long mental and physical break since my last race in Tuscaloosa in September, in which I just pulled myself out of. A break probably years overdo.

I have made a lot of changes in this off season, much of which boil down to the fact that I am making my own decisions in what direction I want to go with triathlon. A lot of decisions in what direction I want to go in my life.

My direction with triathlon has its hands in sole ownership. My ownership. Triathlon will become all mine, from how and what I train, to which races I decide to race, and to how much time and energy I put into it. From now onwards, at the end of each day the only pressures that will exist are my own, the successes are my own, and the failures are my own.

Happiness is a continual process to strive for and I am going in that direction, daily.