Triathlon Dream

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!)

Good Morning, Philadelphia!

I'm on my way out of town to my very last (OK, truth be told, my very first) Parent's Weekend. OK, well, I have gone to them before, I just skipped all the parent stuff. Kind of like when I was in college, and skipped all the student stuff. Hmmm. A pattern unfolds.

So, Number One Daughter and I decided we didn't want to drop $60 on the parents breakfast on Sunday. Instead, I dropped $60 on the Philadelphia Half Marathon, for which I am woefully underprepared, but which my trusty coach reminds me is just a TRAINING RUN for my REAL race, the Army Ten Miler on Oct. 7. I'm going to do my best to try and enjoy the day.

NOD did say she'd meet me at mile 12 and run me in. I am SO LOOKING forward to that you can't even imagine.

Wish me luck!

SHOUTOUT: To E., who is doing her first Olympic-distance triathlon this weekend on Long Island. Good luck, and I'll be thinking of you Sunday!

See y'all on the flip side. Cue theme from Rocky.