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T Spring

Hi. I thought you'd enjoy hearing that Sarah Reinertsen is running in the Kona Ironman today. She wasn't able to finish last year: missed the bike cut off by 15 minutes.

Well, she just made the transition for this year with 45 minutes to spare!

Also, she has a website I think you'd love.

Love your site. Keep up the inspiration!



Hey, thanks, T!

Of course, I love Sarah Reinertsen. She and I have so much in common! We're both blondes who originate from Southern California. We're both named Sara(h). We're both transfemoral amputees. And we're both athletes! Of course, our sports are different; she drives herself year round to be in top physical condition so that she can compete with other lunatics from around the world in a punishing 51.5 km triathlon in Hawaii, apparently just to see how much she can make her body do in one day, whereas I have been known to hop across several feet of englaciated concrete to get a box of chocolates. No matter what the event, though, we are both poetry in motion, I promise. The only real differences I can see are that she's missing about two-thirds of my body mass, and then there's the way her parents saddled her with that pesky "h" at the end of her name. Oh, and I guess I'm more, um, mature. Okay, three differences.

Other than that, we're exactly the same, right? Right?


All kidding aside, I see that she completed the race yesterday. Fantastic!

Thanks for the link. I'll add it in. Cheers!


I'd do it all over again, for you, and for chocolate.

Love always and everywhere,


"...whereas I have been known to hop across several feet of englaciated concrete to get a box of chocolates."

HAR!!! You know, I work in prosthetics and I see a lot of attitudes on a daily basis. Yours is awesome! That concrete doesn't stand a chance!!!

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