is it really that hard?

Apparently it is much harder than I had realized to flush the toilet. I say this because everywhere I go lately, I am struck with the misfortune of walking into at least one stall in the public restroom with an unflushed toilet. To top it off, I think that the nastiness of the contents in the toilet must be directly related to the person's inability to flush it. Ugh.

going through the garbage

On my way home today I saw a guy in a wheelchair digging through the garbages at a gas station to find cans/bottles. It made me sad to see him doing that, and at the same time made me take stock of my life and remember again just how wonderful things are. I am so lucky, and I am so thankful for all that I have.

not quite a fish out of water, but close

So my triathlon training is in full swing...

Today I biked the 4.56 mile round trip to the YMCA and swam 16 laps, which is a little over the distance I will have to swim for my sprint tri. I have to swim 1/3 of a mile, which is better than I had originally thought. I thought I was going to have to swim 1/2 mile. Both are doable, but it puts my mind at ease to know that it is less distance than I had originally thought.

The swim went alright today. It is only the second time I have been in the pool - so I suppose I can't get discouraged. I don't feel like I am going to drown, so that is good news. I do feel pretty breathless when I swim front crawl as opposed to breaststroke. Today I swam 6 lengths of front crawl, but couldn't string two lengths together to swim a lap of it - I kept having to revert to breaststroke. I am sure that it will come eventually. It is really hard to not be good at something, especially when everyone in the pool around you is swimming like they were born in the water, and 80 year olds are passing you like you aren't moving at all.

On a different note unrelated to the triathlon, I shot a 47 golfing yesterday. I was super excited, and am going to splurge and buy myself some golf shoes now. According to one of the people I golf with, the sole addition of golf shoes will cut at least another 5 strokes off my game immediately. I am starting to think she is an undercover saleswoman for golf shoes...

no known reason for existence

Why oh why do people have loud mufflers on their cars? I do not understand this obsession. How is that cool?

here goes nothing

I have decided to try a triathlon. I am super worried about the swim...but I guess I will just suffer through it. A friend at work asked if I wanted to take part in this triathlon with her, so I thought it would be a good idea, especially since I really want to lose a few pounds.

I just went and rejoined the YMCA so I can do a little bit of swimming in the next couple of months before race day - August 9. I am pretty excited about it, however, am extremely nervous because I worry that I will choke in the swim.

More to come about my training...

asparagus for breakfast is mighty fine

I had the best breakfast sandwich from Dahlia Bakery yesterday morning. I walked a mile – well two miles round trip to get it, but it was more than worth it. Plus, maybe I burned off a quarter of the calories in my trek to get it. The sandwich was on an English muffin, grilled so there were char marks on it, with grilled asparagus, a fried egg, and some kind of awesome gooey, salty sharp white cheddar cheese. It was piping hot, the asparagus was perfectly crisp tender and the egg was to die for – perfectly cooked, probably in butter, with crispy edges. YUM. Can’t wait til the next time I go to Seattle!

plane courtesy

Don't get me wrong...I love kids just as much as the next person, but there was a lady on my flight to Seattle who had a small child and felt that it was ok to lay him down on the seats next to me, and ignore him kicking me. I paid for my seat too, and I don't feel like I deserved that. The crying and whining for over four hours was bad enough, but the solid kicks in the thigh were what really put the flight over top as far as unpleasant goes.