On tri, being a housewife, and vegging out…

I really appreciate everyone’s kind comments on my last post.  It’s inspiring to know that there are people out there fighting for this cause every day.  I’m not a stellar athlete: I do this for a reason.  Do I get enjoyment out of it?  Sure.  But my motivation comes from somewhere else, too.  TNT is rapidly becoming a defining chapter in my life – I’ve made new friends, gotten back in shape, and raised more money than I thought would be possible for this cause….with no intent to stop.

I can’t express my gratitude enough to those of you who have been inspired to donate to this worthy cause – the money you donate WILL help find a cure.

I’m ready to get back into “marathon shape,” (remember the part where I didn’t really train all summer?  IT WAS HOT OUTSIDE) but first… my final triathlon this season is rapidly approaching – Oilman.  Shoutout to my buddy Alex for encouraging me to go for it!
It is not an official Ironman branded race, but it is a half iron distance (70.3 miles: 1.2 mile swim, 56 mile bike, 13.1 mile run).  I’m excited!  The swim is actually not that much further than an Olympic distance, but the bike and run are a little over double.

Do you hate triathlon?  So does this guy. Like, a lot.  SkinnyRunner posted this on her site and he’s gotten tons of new comments.  Mazels.

Make no bones about it – I’m a smug, rich asshole but that has nothing to do with sports.  I kid, I kid.  I totally have the Hyundai of bikes.  But I get what he’s saying.  It’s hilarious to pass these out-of-shape guys who think they’re the shit on their $3k bikes.  I might actually LOL if they’re wearing one of these bad boys:

YES, I KNOW THAT’S PHOTOSHOPPED.

Anyway.  Shane cooked dinner tonight and cleaned up afterward – he’s the best.  He just got back in from 10 days in Austin, New York/New Jersey, and Memphis – oy.  I did all the laundry while he was gone, but that was the extent of my housewifeliness (it’s a word).  I’m just so busy.

Here’s a dumb pic of me doing Shane’s laundry when he lived in Beaumont and we were just crazy kids – boyfriend and girlfriend, wooooooo.  He probably thought he had hit the jackpot and that I’d wait on him hand and foot.  He was sure in for a rude awakening.  To be clear – if we can afford it, I’ll stay home when we have kids.  I negotiated that shit up front.

Between a demanding full-time job, training, Junior League obligations, web design projects, responsibilities around the house, plus trying to scrap together a social life, I feel like I’m burning the candle at both ends.  I’m ready for a BREAK.  Know what I mean?

I have to learn to say NO to people.  Just a simple, “No, I can’t make it.”  Followed by vegging on the couch with the dogs!  A Shiner Oktoberfest never hurts either.

What do you do when YOU need a break?