I can’t believe it’s been nearly a month since I’ve blogged. So much is going on . . . more about the cantaloupes and baseballs next week. In the meantime, with the help of my ever-so-helpful Aussies, I spent the entire morning hosing frack dust off my plants and I am crossing my fingers that I don’t lose any more. I had to replace several today, it made me sad.
[Insert big fat sigh right here]
I’m almost certain I will forget something even though I have three bags of things needed for the sprint tri: wine, shoes and other stuff – so I should be all set – and yet there is just so much to take it’s bordering the ridiculous. A new bike would not be bordering ridiculous though, and yet I still don’t have one. No, no I don’t. If anyone out there wants to call or text the Chef and demand a new bike for Runner Susan, I’d find unmentionable and pleasurable ways to reward you.
Anyhow, I’m not freaking out about the totally not pleasurable swim since I really didn’t train AT ALL and since there is no air in the water I am totally prepared to come in last. And hopefully not last by remaining at the bottom of the pool for the rest of my life. I honestly wish Cherry Berry could do the swim for me because I’d totally win. She’s a pro-swimmer that girl.
Here I go. Reporting back on Monday! Hopefully.
(In case you are wondering, Donkey hates the water, hates to run and Michael won’t get him a trailer for the back of his bike)