I’m not usually a drama queen, but I needed a crown and sash for the week leading up to the Anvil Triathlon. When I’m nervous I’m either silent or a complete chatterbox and, unfortunately for anyone near me, this event created the latter. I talked, texted and emailed non-stop about my impending death. It wasn’t that I wanted sympathy or that I really thought I was going to flat-line, but I just couldn’t control myself.…
