I have an admirer.
And it's not either of you.
It's someone new.
Someone who reads my blog. Then, gives me sh!t about it.
I know who you are.
Admirer might be a leetle strong.
It's probably more appropriate to refer to said Admirer as "someone who likes to keep me grounded". (coughtrashtalkcough)
Of course, I'm TOTALLY cool with that or I wouldn't POST MY STUFF ON A PUBLIC FORUM.
I've had a rough time of it lately. With the "it" referring to say getting up in the morning and functioning like my old non-hormonal self used to act. Would you rather me act all cool....like life is SO WONDERFUL and STRESSFREE and FULL OF FUN FUN FUN and CHALLENGE (of course we don't use like OBSTACLES!) and INSPIRATION!!
and heavens....don't forget that your excitement can be measured in EXCLAMATION POINTS!!!!
Or do you want me to be me (and when I have a bad day or I'm pissed off because I can't get my ass to the pool OR that I mad because I've eaten too much and have more muffin tops than Hostess) and WRITE about it?
See? That's what I thought. It's considerably more fun to read about the times when things aren't quite going the way we'd plan.
On the other hand, that time is now officially over for me.
And I don't really have a muffin top. Although, it was a nice goal for the holiday season.
Now that sad, depressed me is gone (until this time next year!) I need to go back to the drawing board and figure out WHAT THE HELL I'M GOING TO DO THIS YEAR.
After having a great weekend of running....TWO PR's in ONE weekend.
AND a couple of rather (dare I say) pleasant swims. (Including instruction from that WONDERFUL coach on how to change my stroke to swim a faster sprint than say....ironman swim. Who wudda thunk? Swim differently?
And no. I'm not going to tell you. You're my competition, freak.
AND BFF got her assus on the bike today.
Did you just feel the earth shift?
If SHE's going to bike, you better believe I'M going to bike.
Of course, when Sherpa says to you "We HAVE to go back to a particular race"....how can I ignore the pleading?
After swearing up and down (during a highly hormonal rant) that I wasn't going to do triathlon again....here I am faced with that very real probability.
I'm telling you. I really need SOMEONE ELSE to run my life. Someone to just tell me what to do. I get tired of making decisions all day long.
So dear reader. I ask you. Do I venture back to the sprint distance triathlon this year? Or do I crawl back under my rock, watch cartoon network and eat chocolate covered everythings?