Last night before the kids went to bed, the Expert made a bargain with our daughter–age almost-nine. She had a math assignment to complete–which by the way, she totally fibbed about completing–and he bargained that she could do it in the morning. As the Expert left the house this morning (after making lunches–I will give credit where credit is due),
Tomorrow is the my first tri race. For me, however, it’s not a race. Rather, tomorrow is a huge workout that I pray to complete without heart attack, major embarrassment or split pants, and hopefully, in under two hours. I am so excited.
I slipped into psycho and paid my registration fee for the Douglasville Last Chance Triathlon. The interesting fact of the matter —– the Tri takes place this Sunday. As in two days from now. I ran a 5k race last week (at the pace of an injured turtle, mind you), so in my mind, I am prepared to do a sprint tri
From Penelope Trunk’s Brazen Careerist…. “Left uninterrupted, we are likely to interrupt ourselves. The Internet, everyone’s interrupter of choice, is the most tantalizing type of reward system to our brain: intermittent but unpredictable rewards, in the form of a randomly great video or a juicy email here or there. (This is also why kids love to whine to get what
Mental Giant, I am not. Scratch that. Mental Giant, I have not been in the past. I was often completely prepared and capable of [———fill in the blank for whatever here———], but would often mentally defeat my own ability to do/finish/handle/win. The shiniest example of this was when I tried to make the 1998 Junior Worlds weighlifting team for the USA.
Today was the Georgia Race for Autism at the Gwinnett County Fairgrounds. I participated in the 5k run, which was only the third 5k of my life. My time was far from stellar and by most standards is horrifically slow (38:43)… but actually running the whole race, hills included, was fantastic. The only goals I had etched in stone: 1) run the entire race; and
I often wonder if it’s possible that I am cracking up. I think I feel better than I have in months. I am definitely not in a rut again. But I still feel cuckoo and pressured, combined with random waves of feeling great. I am over this insanity. Is it possible that I am just the personality type to never
Today, I swam 1.06 miles, and managed to do so in about 55 minutes. Huge milestone. Still slow as hell, but something nevertheless. I am jogging a 5K on Saturday too and am actually excited. I want to be a real runner so I can get a fuel belt. That will be my next milestone! Ah-ha!
Good lawd it was chilly this morning. I went for a swim in the outdoor pool. Apparently, the hardcore triathlon people do not like the pools heated because it does not simulate actual triathlon swimming, and therefore, the club tends to listen to them. I needed a wetsuit. Brrrrrr. Also, my knee was bugging me a little bit this morning,