Kid quote of the day

Mom, there’s a bug trying to make a home in my nose.

Race Results

The race was GREAT!


My bike did not get stolen.

I did not defecate or urinate on myself.

And I finished a surprising 12th in my age group, with a finish time of 2 hours, 8 minutes and 6 seconds.

Just spurring me on for more…onward to the marathon in October!

My always helpful subconscious

Now that I have spent five months physically preparing and done everything in my power and ability to successfully complete the race tomorrow, my always helpful subconscious spun a wonderful tale in my dreamy head last night:

The plot…a girl going to compete in her first olympic distance triathlon.

The twist…her bike gets stolen out of the car the morning of the race.

The end…girl wakes up in bed, dripping with a cold sweat.

Last

Yesterday was my last workout before my big triathlon this weekend. It was a lake swim at 5:30 am. I stepped out of my car and immediately wished I had brought my camera.

The moon was almost full and still lingering heavy and bright in the sky. The dark was almost gone as the dawn was trying to break through. The lake was so eerily still, only when I stepped in was there a ripple.

As I swam, the sun began to show itself over the tree tops and with each passing lap more and more light reflected off the water I was rushing through. I couldn’t believe I was alone in this quiet world of water, where day was breaking and everything was waking, so peaceful and so beautiful.

As I got out of the water, I turned to look back at where I had been and thought, what a great way to end the season.

Duluth

Here you go.

Bastille Day

July 12…Adam’s birthday…cheers to 36!

Such poop talk

All the “comments” of poop, reminds me of a story.

Back in the day when I got paid for my work, one of my many job responsibilities was as employee “fun maker”. This included anything from employee birthdays to extravagant holiday parties to bring your kid to work day to anything else you could imagine your HR folks doing.

Well, this particular company had Crazy T-shirt & Shorts day every year. And every year about 1/4th of the company would don their crazy attire. The whole group would then get to stand in the front of the building to get the annual Crazy T-shirt & Shorts Day photo taken for the history books.

As you all know…I am a poor speller. If spell check doesn’t find it, forget it.

This one particular year while I was making fun and organizing various contests for our annual Crazy T-shirt & Shorts Day, I sent out several company wide emails regarding the goings-on of the day. Well, I made a typo in one of those emails. And the way I found out about my mistake was when I was awarded my very own personalized t-shirt for this company holiday and on it read…T-SHIT in a poop like font.

That year I proudly stood in the front of the company photo. Damn I wish I could find that shirt.

Birds and the bees

As I was stepping out of the shower yesterday, PJ walked in to go potty. And the following conversation ensued:

PJ: I neeeeeeed aaaaaa wiiiiiipe.

Me: Walking towards her buck naked and then completing the wiping process. Here you go.

PJ: Mom, can you please keep that fuzzy away from me?

Me: Ahh, well sure.

PJ: Why do you have that fuzzy hair and I don’t?

Me: Well, adults grow hair there and when you get older you will too.

PJ: Oh…waaaaaaaay cool.

Would you?

I was telling my friend Jen how awful one of my “brick” trainings had been last week. I clearly was dehydrated. I was seeing double. I was feeling like I was going to throw up. The only thing I wanted to do was stop and curl up under a shade tree and fall asleep. I guess…what do I expect, it was 2:00 in the afternoon and it was a whopping 93 degrees with very high humidity. I deserved all the pain I put myself through.

I went on to tell her that it was a real eye opening experience and that I learned I needed to pack more water with me on my long rides to make it any distance on my runs. Then she simply asked, “So with all that water, if you have to go to the bathroom during the race, are you just going to pee on yourself.”

Hmmmm, very interesting question Jen. One which I am not sure I yet know the answer to.

Wow, it’s Thursday again…

And today is the day I get to repay my sister-in-law for watching my kids last week. It has taken me a whole week to recover.

Last Thursday I broke the heaven to hell speed record in 2.2 seconds. You see, I didn’t get the whole closet cleaned by the time I had to pick-up my kids. What I did have done was have EVERYTHING out of the closet and in piles. I was going through and organizing those piles when the timer went off and my free time was over.

Have you ever seen three kids walk through the door and into a room filled with organized piles of paints, markers, glues, colored pencils, paper, stencils, cut-outs, stamps and stamp pads, molding clay, stickers and leave them alone? They were like mad bees buzzing around a disturbed hive. I couldn’t swat them away fast enough before destroying my hours of work that I had put in.

And today, with five kids under the age of 6, I have no plans to do anything but survive.