On Hold

Oh, you guys. The triathlon class. Oh, the triathlon class. So, I was all ready to sign up for the class, and have already registered for two triathlons, when I got a call about a great job in Dallas. So, I flew up last Wednesday to interview, and am basically waiting on pins and needles to see if I get it. If not, I'll start this class late. If yes, I'm hoping to get into a similar class in Dallas.

So, please continue to hold. Hopefully this is all settled soon...

Updates aplenty

Yes, yes. Stop the ranting and raving and semi-mean emails and thinly-veiled threats. I am back!!! Posting!! Updating!! Catching you up on the mundane excitement that is my life. Hoooty Hoo!!!

OK, let's see...

1. Danskin and Robin: The Danskin tri was Sunday. I didn't do it. However, I did get to see one of my best friends, Jenni, for the first time in a YEAR. A whole year!!! And the last time we saw each other, we were all crazy from law school. In fact every other time we've seen each other, we were crazy from law school, since we in fact met in law school. So if you think about it, this weekend was basically the first time we met. When not crazy. Hmm.

2. Danskin and Jenni: My friend Jen flew in from the godforsaken tundra, and DID finish the Danskin in spectacular fashion, enduring multiple flat tires and hellish heat and other dreaded traumas, but still finishing victorious. Hooray, Jen!!

3. My Rib: Is dandy. I'm hardly even aware of it. The weeks off, while incredibly piss-poor timing, were exactly what I needed. All better.

4. My triathlon class: Is OVER!!! Can you believe it's been 18 weeks?!?!? Me, not so much. It has gone shockingly fast. Sunday was the last day, then we had a nice cookout, which was weird cause no one was wearing swimsuits or other Spandex clothing, and we all smelled good and our hair was brushed. We barely recognized each other.

So somewhere out there, I'm sure (because I'm all vain like that) one of you just screamed in your office, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The class is over?!?!?!?!?! Does this mean the blog is ending? Does this mean Robin will never finish an actual triathlon? What will I read while I'm pretending to work?"

Rest easy, folks. May I present to you....

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.....TRIATHLON CLASS PART DEUX!!!

That's right, 18 more weeks of triathlon excitement, brought to you courtesy of ye ole blog, which shall forge on.

My motivation for continuing the class is multipart:

1. I like those people. Bunches.
2. I recently purchased an ASSLOAD of athletic equipment, a bike, a huge bag of swim gear, etc, etc, etc, and that little investment is NOT going to waste.
3. I still want to finish a triathlon.

And on that last note, may I bring you the most traumatizing part of this little story. The three tri's I signed up for were all so nice. Classy. Cute names. Cute shirts. All respectable.

But those races, my friends, are gone. The next race coming up soon, my SOLE OPTION, is this little gem:

Jeff and Brede's INTERGALACTIC Triathlon

Not a joke. Set your tasers to stun folks, I'm swimming with the dorks. I have the option of registering with either my age group, or with the Vulcans. THE VULCANS. The Vulcans are women who weigh more than 150 pounds, which is apparently a fatty in triathlete world. I'm going to roll out some shocking news now: I do in fact weigh more than 150 pounds. And the idea of being the top Vulcan is a little too irresistable to pass up, so I think I'm in. (Incidentally, men who weigh more than 200 pounds are, of course, called Klingons.)

I cannot wait to see this t-shirt.

Down to the wire

Silverlake was a bust, and Capital of Texas Tri was a no-go, so I'm down to my third and last option: Danskin.

Screw this one up, and the title "triathlete" goes out the window. Instead, I'm just that girl who exercises a lot. Not as cool.

And yes, yesterday was my birthday. I am officially 29 and holding. So, thanks to all who called or emailed, and if you forgot, just consider it a preemptive strike for when I forget your birthdays next time. No worries:)

Good news, I'm lucid

So, my hormones are all calmed down and the adrenaline has drained from my body, and I'm back to regular, lucid, non-ranting Robin. With a rib issue.

I did actually take a nap Sunday, and by mid-afternoon I absolutely could not stand my own melodrama, so I got over it.

Still bummed? Yes. But, it was just one of those weird things, an accident, and not at all the end of the world.

I think the rib is bruised, not broken. I feel kind of achy all over, and every time I laugh or sneeze, I regret it. Otherwise, all is well. The race this weekend is off, but I'm still going to drive to Austin and cheer for the people in my class. It's almost as exciting to watch them succeed as to do it myself, you know? I feel like we're a team.

So, rest assured I'm fine. Bruised, but not broken. I'll be ready for Danskin.