Of all the things.

Westley's friend Popo called us up and asked us if we wanted to join them in a triathlon.

My first response:
NO.

Because every race I've been in, biking or running, I have come in either DEAD last or damn close to it (but at least I finished, and from what I understand, that's something). Never tried swimming competitively, but I know I'm not that fast. My mom can out swim me and she's at least 70 pounds overweight AND out of shape.

Then he said, "It's not about winning, it's about getting motivated to get exercise."

To which I looked at myself, all chubby and feeling bloppy, and replied, "Point taken. Sign me up."

I'm signing up for something I can't win. It's an exercise in humility, as if I don't have enough of those every damn day.

This might kill me, I think. Not the losing, but doing hard exercise for this long.. can I handle that?

I ran yesterday, and walked, sit ups, push ups, and a few lunges. Today I rode my bike and did sit ups and push ups. I'm not that sore.. but sore usually takes a couple days to show up. Depending on where I end up today, I'm either going to swim or run..

Which reminds me...

IT'S SUMMER!
Thank you GOD!

Some crazy things are going on at work and I wasn't sure I could keep my chin up much longer. And crying in front of students or colleagues isn't an activity I like to engage in. I love how breaks always show up just in time. Time to rest and reset, forget about all this nonsense, and go back next year with bright ideas and a better outlook.

I'm going to go out and get goggles and nose plugs.
MWAH!