Quick word doodles and fond remembrances



This weekend was my last spent racing in the ACCC, and, represents my penultimate trip with the Belmont Abbey College cycling team. My emotions are spilling over and swirling together. I'm excited for the "what's next" of my life. But, wow, it's hard to leave this family behind.

I never thought I'd spend two years of my undergrad as a student athlete. What a blessing to have had my friends and family support me in pushing out the door towards this grand adventure! I'm especially thankful for my parents, who walked with me faithfully through more than their fair share of my emotional adversity, my aunt and uncle, who consistently opened up their home/refrigerator to me whenever I had a bad day, and to my Belmont Abbey College friends, who snatched me out of my aloneness.

I've certainly learned more in these past 24 months than I ever bargained on. I am in awe when I look back on what I, rather clumsily, accomplished and or survived . This experience was a grace. What a wild ride it was.





A few of my favorite pictures:




The final moments of the my last ACCC race 




Probably my all time favorite picture with my coach, Derek. I love yah man. 




My faithful lab partner and
I, accidentally celebrating
Christmas (with our socks), out of season, together.  



These ladies are legends.
I hope they let me have more dance
parties with them.
I'd even be wiling to finance the
glow sticks and balloons. 




On my way to 3rd at the collegiate nationals scratch race


 




How can you not love them?
Whenever it rains they jump in
ALL of the puddles (and  slide in the mud).



A snow day I'll not soon forget with the friends that made Belmont home.



A candid I captured of these beautiful sisters that I've adopted as sisters of my own.


 

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