In Anni We Trust

That's what they called me. It was funny. I laughed at all of their jokes about me. GI Anni. The 0-5000 group was so fun. Ari, Juanma, Cris, Felipe, Dani, Caro, Karol, Galo. We had such a good time. I really enjoyed it. It's been a while since I've bonded that way, laughed so much. They were great. Supportive. I could relate. I found my people in that moment. I miss that. 

The ride turned out great. I felt strong. My knees and hip hurt at first, but I got used to it. The ibprohoen probably helped.  Tairn took care of me. It was nice to not be the last person. I pushed Cris, I ate a lot more than I normally do, I was happy on the bike. The night cycling was peaceful. It went but so fast too. The hours and kilometers just flew and I wasn't counting down like I was during the day. I am making friends here, I love it. I am known, people know who I am. I love work. I love my team at work. I know I have 2 years and some, but I already don't want to leave. I don't want this to end. I guess everything has to. I felt the same way in Panama, though. I didn't have the same group. Just Sonja and Matthias, and Mercedes and Carlos. Maybe it's just the high of the ride. Still GI Anni.

I'm thankful for...

- The 5000 group and feeling connected

- Sergio

- Justin as a friend

- Patty and Lorena and our chat yesterday

- My health physically, mentally, and emotionally 

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