moving on

I cried. Just a little. I probably should have taken the time to write a country song. Maybe, "They don't want me cause I'm faggy and I don't wear my clothes baggy."

Maybe?

I've written a strongly worded letter to the management and expect my refund in full.

However, I do have another triathlon this weekend. It's by the same asses that ran this triathlon. I admit the weather couldn't be helped, but the guy who was in charge needed to take a weekend seminar in "how to get along with people."

It's been years since I've run in 90 degree heat. Even when I lived in Iowa, I preferred to "work" in the heat rather than run in it. At least I was being fairly compensated. All I get after a run or bike in this heat is soaking clothes and breath that smells oddly like steak. Not beef jerky like some folks. Steak.

Maybe it's all the protein I've been eatting?

All I know is that this protein stuff has seriously messed with my bowels. Finally today I was having a movement when the phone rang. Being alone in the house and not knowing if it was important, I clenched and waddle-ran across the room to the phone and picked up to discover I'd been preselected for 8 nights at Disney World, if I had a few moments to answer some questions.

Being in a no BS mood, I interrupted her to inform her of the great happening she had just interuppted. She quickly apologized and hung up.

I digress.

The more I get into this triathlon stuff, the more I'm worried that my day is coming for an injury.

When I did my marathon, chaffed nipples were about my worst issue. And band-aids helped to keep this:

from happening. (thanks to Dan for that one)

And I've also just purchased a new "trisuit." It's lycra. I've never liked lycra. I've never had a good shape to my body. Even at 165 lbs, I had birthing hips.
If I end up looking anything like this

you won't see any pictures from this triathlon.

And while I'm riding a sturdy Trek 900 mountain bike again, there's always a chance a deer could dash out in front of me.

It happens people.

(thanks to Mike, the offened party.)

One of these days, I may even have the gumption to buy a real road bike. But it will most likely be used and not up to someone like, say, Mike's standards. But it might make me go just a bit faster if I'm not peddling 100 lbs of aluminum.

Wish me luck.

p.s. if you ever have to get a solicitor off the phone, use my little toilet trick. Works great.