Flippin' your fins you don't get too far...legs are required for biking and running.

Ariel was my favorite princess. Maybe because I was a swimmer, maybe because my older sister already claimed Princess Auroa from Sleeping Beauty. I’d spend hours at the pool swimming around with my imaginary green mermaid tail and purple sea shells bra, imagining underwater adventures. And so like many girls I grew up thinking Prince Eric was going to walk down the beach towards me at any moment and shower me with gifts like dinglehoppers. Avid Disney princess fans  - you’ll understand, and for anyone that doesn’t try Urbandictionary.com.

I’m close to the quarter century mark and while I can't say that a genie granted me three wishes and so everything in my life has fallen magically into place, I’d say it’s pretty darn close. I have an amazing family and a wonderful boyfriend, Kelly. Granted when I met him he was sitting on a couch watching football and drinking beer, but as time goes by I’m sure we can add some fluff to the story to resemble Ariel watching Eric from a distant rock and singing “Part of Your World”. Kelly is my prince, my family has made wonderful things happen in my life without the help of a fairy godmother and I get around via a Felt B16 and not a magic carpet. Modern day fairytales really do exist and I’ll argue with anyone that attempts to tell me otherwise.

So if you’re interested in the world of triathlons, nutrition, a little mushy love talk, life in Atlanta and can stomach a Disney reference or three in every post – join me as I swim, bike and run towards my happily ever after.

If you're confused by the title of this post let me enlighten you: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBa9QlzEWA4