One of the last times I saw Cindy was during my first triathlon in New York City. It was tough. I had a tough swim, I fell off my bike and my knee was all bloodied up. I also dropped my water on the first mile of the 25 mile bike, so I was completely dehydrated when I got to the run leg. At the very beginning of the run there was a really steep hill. I wanted to die. I wanted nothing to do with that hill. I started to run up it, stopped and I heard someone yelling my name. I looked over and she was standing there screaming at me "Go!!! You can do it!!!" So I went and I did it. The next year I did the New York tri again. She had passed away about 3 months prior to the race. When I got to that godawful hill, I closed my eyes, remembered her standing there 1 year ago cheering for me and I sprinted right up it.
As of tomorrow, April 26, it has been 3 years since Cindy passed away, but I will never forget her. She was the person that inspired me to take this path of embracing and sharing a love for healthy living and eating.