Farewell My Little Steed

I remember the first time I saw you: across the velodrome your small frame immediately caught my eye.  After a brief introduction I right away thought ours could be a successful partnership, and I took you home with me that day.

It was awkward in the beginning, as commonly found in new situations.  I climbed aboard and asked, should I put my hand here?  (Oh yeah, that's the spot).  We tried new things while I improved my balance and handling, and steadily we grew to know each other intimately.

As time went on I brought additional toys into the relationship and you willing let me strap or bolt them onto you.  Man, we've had some fun.  Then came my desire for power and though it required you to change, you went along with it.  I grew stronger and together we moved faster but sometimes... it seemed your heart was no longer in to it.  Like those times you 'broke a heel' and we had to struggle to get that fixed last minute before our events in Boulder and Penticton.  I was disappointed and tried not to hold it against you but my thoughts kept wandering: was it time for me to move on?

After a bit of rehab we pulled out a great team effort at our final race this year, shedding a nice chunk of time from our prior best split earned earlier this season.  
It was our perfect dance and will be the one I'll always remember.  But now, it's time...

While I'm sad that we'll be parting ways I want you to know how much I appreciate what you've helped me learn about myself, and that it is because of you I will confidently move on.  I'm optimistic about your future too, because I know you'll be a bright spot in the journey of another triathlete as she cultivates her own capabilities.  

And so it is with fondness I say: farewell, my petite P2C.  It's on to exciting new relationships, for the both of us.

Wisconsin 2012.

Mont Tremblant 2013.

Boulder 2014. 

Atlantic City 2015.

Penticton 2015.