Committee Meeting Minutes, location: in my head

October 20, 2014

Location: Capitol Starbucks

Brain: I call this meeting to order. The first order of business is to swim 1 hour this morning.

Member 1: "What the fuck?! Can't we just stay here inside where it's warm, enjoying coffee and laughter with running buddies?"

Brain: "No, we cannot. 27 days."

Member 2: "But no one else is leaving."

Brain: "Too bad, let's get in the car. NOW"

Change in venue: Natatorium locker room

Member 3: "But your suit is still wet and damp from yesterday's swim?! That's cruel."

Brain: "WE HAVE 27 days, let's get to the pool."

Member 1:  "The longer we sit here with our feet dipped in the pool the more we want to go shower."

Member 2: "No one would know if you didn't swim an hour."

Member 3: "Who's bright idea was a late fall Ironman anyway?"

Member 4: "Get your fucking ass in the pool already. Readjusting your cap won't make the pool any warmer."

Brain: "In we go."

Meeting adjourned after 3,000yd swim

Stop Honking

I'm so fucking sick of cars coming up behind you when you're riding and honking. Are you trying to let me know you're there? Is it your passive aggressive way of saying you hate cyclists. Either way, fucking knock it off! I'm aware of when a car is coming, honking just scares me a tiny bit and makes me jump, so enough already. I suspect the cars that then floor it as they pass are just being assholes.

It was a windy and cold day today. I had my head up my ass when I left this morning and forgot dry (and warm!) clothes to wear after my studio ride as we rode more outside. Fuck, I'm not ready for this cold weather. And I'm certainly too stubborn to turn the heat on in the house, it's only 5 days into October for fuck's sake. I've been too sappy lately in my posts, so the fbombs are back.

Thank you to my friend Tracy for swimming with me on Sundays, keeps me accountable when I'm just ready to be done.

To the crazy lady who decided to sneak in my lane, you're damn right I'm not afraid to splash you with my paddles while you try to keep your hair dry. Go share a lane with the guy that bounces for 10 minutes between laps.

I'm glad Tracy got to witness the Aqua dancer today. This old lady has a lollipop in her mouth and is listening to music while she busts out some Napoleon Dynamite moves in the pool. Oh yeah, she's also sporting sunglasses too. Cracks my shit up every Sunday. Get down with your bad self.

My friend Doozie told me I've gotten so much faster on the bike this past year. Thanks for taking time to tell me :-)

Just proving triathletes aren't always assholes.