I Tri-ed

A few months ago, a friend mentioned she was training for a triathlon. Being the great friend that I am, I decided to invite myself. We trained on our own and shared a few concerns / tips / achievements when we saw each other. Then the week of the event came.

I couldn't sleep.

Every night was a dream about the event. I dreamt I forgot my socks. My shoes. My hat. One night I actually dreamt that someone stole the front tire from my bike. It was a long week.

And then Saturday came.

Four of us traveled to Hilton Head, SC the day before. We ate dinner, went for a leisurely swim at the hotel, and packed the car for the next day. 5:15 on a Saturday comes quickly!

We left the hotel and got to the beach at 6:15. This is my 'remind me why I'm here so early and why are you taking pictures of me' face. Cute. I know.

We registered. Got our race numbers. They put your registration number on your arm and your age on your leg. I'm telling you...there's nothing like nearly running out of energy during the running portion - you want to quit - and then you see some lady pass you and she has a '59' written on her calf to get you moving again!

It was my second sprint triathlon. I'm not brave enough to try longer distances yet.

And ladies, um, ladies...let me give you six reasons why you should compete in a triathlon.

Did you find all six abs? Um, hello!

Oh, hi mom. ahem.

As I was saying... what was I saying?!

Oh, right, 6 reasons why you should compete in a triathlon.

1. It's fun.

2. You get to swim in the ocean.

3. You get a tan.

4. You get a t-shirt.

5. You are done by 10 in the morning and can spend the rest of the day on the beach.

6. You can blog about it.

Try it!

Sooner or Gator

Football season is, well, over.

Until the fall, that is.

Same thing with this blog. Sooner or later, graduate school was bound to demand more of my time.

Don't think of me as gone.

I'm just in the off season.

Take Another One Just In Case

Thanks to a friend who sold me a ticket for face value, I was able to attend the football game this past weekend. I wanted pictures to document the occasion so I asked Little Boy Blue to take one.

*click

"Well, that's nice but you cut off the top of my head. Take another one but get my whole face this time."

*click

"Okay...you got my head but I don't need the rest of the hallway and bedroom in the shot. This is better but take another picture and this time zoom in a bit."

*click

"Okay, I know I said zoom in but I didn't mean like this. Take another picture but, see this area I'm outlining with my fingers, that's what needs to be in the picture."

*click

"Thank you. It's sideways but it will work."

Little Boy Blue is smart. He knew exactly what he was doing each time. I think he just likes my camera.

Oh! and can you believe this is another post regarding sports?! This won't be routine - trust me.

Golf = ROFL

I am going back to school with the intent of becoming a P.E./Health teacher. Since I'll evenutally be responsible for teaching different sports, part of my education is learning these sports. This semester I'm in a class that focuses on golf for the first several weeks then switches to handball for the last half.

Friday was the first day our class went to the driving range. Now, I have been to a driving range before but I'm not very good. Period. I couldn't even remember which club to use. In fact, until Friday, I defined golf very differently.

Golf according to Charlottalove:

Club: Where a UGA student goes to par-tay.
Ball: A traditional dance requiring dresses or tuxes.
Mulligan: Gilligan's cousin. I picture him with a mullet.
Course: A class offered by UGA.
18 holes: What an 18-wheeler will get if it drives over a pile of nails.
Iron: Element on the periodic table represented by the letters Fe.
Wedge: A style of shoe.
Putter: A vehicle with starting difficulties.
Tiger Woods: Sequel to Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
Birdie: Lunch for a cat.
Greens: Vegetables at dinner time.
Stroke: A swimming maneuver.
Driving Range: Area a teenager is allowed to take the car without consequences.
Slice: An order of pizza.
Swing: Type of equipment at the park.

As you can see, I have lots to learn. It should be fun though. Part of my grade requires me to play a round of 9 holes. Wish me luck ~ I'm off to the driving ran...

FORE!

oops...sorry about that.

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You have probably noticed but I thought I but I thought I should explain. Due to my new schedule, my blog posts and comments to your blogs have been and will be a bit erratic. This graduate school idea was a bit harder than I anticipated.