I just had a telephone call with my husband, the Expert.  With ten days left until St. Anthony’s, an open water swim scheduled for Saturday, and an ill-fitting wetsuit with a hole in the back, really… this event is all I can think about.  I am keeping in mind that I should have fun with it and relax.  Not sure how well I am following my own advice.

Expert:   I didn’t hear you get up this morning. What time did you leave?
Me:        Oh, about 4:50.
Expert:   How was spinning class?
Me:        Just great.  Good class.
(Pause)
Expert:   Did I imagine this… or did you get up at 2:00 this morning, leave the bedroom…and then come back and tell me that you tried on my wetsuit?
Me:       No.  You didn’t imagine that. Yeah, I wanted to see if yours fit me better.
Expert:   At 2:00am?  You were trying on wetsuits?
Me:        No.  Just wetsuit.  One.  Yours.
Expert:   In the living room?  In the dark?
Me:        No, I was in the kids’ playroom.
Expert:   You are insane.
Me:        Am not. I couldn’t sleep.
Expert:   Then you got back in the bed and woke up at 4:30 for spin?
Me:        Yes.
(Pause)
Expert:   So, how did it fit?
Me:         It’s too big.  I think I need the size in between yours and mine.
Expert:   Well, glad you found that out.   At 2am.
Me:         Shut up.

2 Responses

  1. Hehehe, you crack me up! Nerves affect us all in different ways, in fact, last night I went to bed thinking about my upcoming race and had dreams I was being chased and shot at 😛

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