I just had the equivalent of the showing-up-for-your-final-exam-naked dream.
Triathlon day coincided with Number One Daughter's graduation day (it doesn't), so I went to pack her up.
Then it was time for the swim. I spent the dream running around trying to find the start, only to discover it was in the ocean and required jumping from a pier. And I'd forgotten my goggles.
Oh, and my bike.
It was terrifying.
More good birthday stuff: Someone sent me roses—at work!! (Tip to anyone contemplating sending anyone roses: ALWAYS send them to work. It gets people talking.)
Real-life triathlon update:
My birthday night (Feb 7, for anyone left on the planet who I didn't already tell), was the night of the DC Triathlon's Happy Hour for the New Triathletes Program. It was, funnily enough, held in a bar.
I seriously hate bars, but the only thing I hate more than bars is trying to meet people in bars. But I went, screamed my head off because it was so loud you couldn't hear yourself think, and met a few people with even less experience than me, so that was good.
Today, I am off to Philadelphia for the day to have brunch with NOD and generally fool around. I'm taking the train, so, so far, my birthday has only cost me $120!
(Good luck tomorrow Eileen!)
11 comments:
Happy (Belated) Birthday Jeanne!
If nobody signed the card that came with the roses, they were from me.
How cool to be able to go to Philadelphia on the train!
I usually have that dream the night before the tri so I'm ragged. good planning having it so early, well done :)
DID YOU GET YOUR MESSAGE?
Happy birthday!!!!!
Oh Geez. Happy Birthday!I didn't realize yours was the day after my oldest son's:)
Love NOD's gift to you....fun.
It's nice to know I'm not the only single Mom in the world who has spent most of her birthdays taking her kids out to dinner - and picking up the tab.
And in case I forgot before - Happy Birthday!
Happy (belated) Birthday!
-H.
While you were running around in your dream, we missed you at the Bluemont 12K today. It was hilly (Custis Trail, which bicyclists think is a bike trail). Run up the steps to the Art Museum for me.
Happy belated birthday!!
Thanks, Jeanne! The race was good. Sadly and shockingly a runner died on the course. I passed as his lifeless body was being lifted into the ambulance. His female running partner was screaming from the depths of her soul. I can still hear her. You never know, right? Carpe Diem!
Happy belated birthday. My grandson's birthday is Feb. 7 also. Hope you had a good one.
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