The future...

I'm 29 years old and have been in school my whole life. Despite this, whenever anyone asked what I want to do with the rest of my life, I drew a blank. I used to make a game of it at family gatherings. Having gotten so sick of the endless stream of people asking what my future plans were, I started telling everyone a different thing. In one night I wanted to be a Dermatologist, General Surgeon, Anesthesiologist, Infectious Disease specialist, and Proctologist (my personal favorite). Well, finally I have an answer I can stick with.



I am going to be a Radiologist. You have no idea how much of a relief it is to say that.

Once I finally made my decision I was able to plan my last year of medical school. I am starting by knocking out some of the really hard rotations this summer. Then things get fun. I'm doing a 3-month focus on sports injuries. After spending 4 weeks in the Emergency Department at Cleveland's Level 1 Trauma Center I'm doing a 2-week elective on Orthopedic Trauma, then 2 weeks of Sports Medicine. Then...



I'm going to KONA, BABY!!!!!

Heading off to the big Island in October to be a race doc for the Ironman World Championships. I can't even begin to describe how excited I am about this!

Then when I get back I'll spend 4 weeks learning Musculoskeletal Radiology and working on a research project focused on better imaging techniques for sports injuries. Talk about a dream 3 months!

In the more near future...

The Desoto Triple T is in less than 2 weeks! This is just baffling to me. How on earth did the time go so fast? Tony and I have been doing a lot of training together. Today we hit the pool for 3400 yards and then had a really solid 55 miles of hills where I practiced drafting off of him and he practiced going slow enough so that I can keep up. He is just spectacular on the hills. Lake Placid is going to be the perfect course for him.

We will be heading down on Friday morning, and the 3 day, 4 race journey begins at 5pm. My parents will also be heading down to watch the madness. It will be great to have them there. Someone will have to claim my body when I fall over dead from exhaustion on Sunday afternoon at the finish line. I sure hope that I have enough energy left in my body to throw back some beer first.

The crazy training for this race has really kicked my butt. I have been sound asleep by 8:15 every day this week. Last week's 19 hours of training left me as a pile of beaten woman. Seems about right for the week before taper. Ah, taper, how I love thee!