My youngest daughter, Teresa, has always been very competitive. In fact, all three of my girls are competitive. I think it must be from their mother's DNA because it isn't mine. While my son and I have some competitive traits, it is nothing compared to the girls. The three have played sports through high school and college. And they were good. I know because their letterman's jackets cost us a fortune! Do you know how much each of those patches costs?
Being the youngest, Teresa was always in competition with her older siblings. That trait was useful in sports but not so much in some other things. Take driving for instance. When learning how to drive, she wouldn't necessarily speed, but she just had the hardest time letting someone creep past her on the freeway. She just had to be in front!
So two weeks ago I get a phone call that she is in the hospital and I need to get there. She had crashed on her mountain bike smashing up her face and getting a concussion. She doesn't remember what happened and no one else saw her crash. Why? Because she was way in front of everyone else...
Last Saturday she was in a race with two of her friends. They were entered in a team event where one member skis to an exchange point with her teammate on a mountain bike, who then rides down the mountain to an exchange point in town with a runner who then races to the finish.
So I'm sitting at the exchange point in town figuring all the men's teams and a few woman's teams will arrive before I can get some pictures of Teresa. After a few men's teams have passed by I'm kinda getting ready, when, OMG! There's Teresa! No other woman's team had come through yet. Teresa again is in front. I almost didn't get any pictures.






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