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!)