Don't Ask for Whom the Cow Bell Rings...
First, sorry about the zero for March on this whole posting thing. I wish I could say it was because I gave up snarkiness for Lent, but we all know that's not true.
Last fall, I was dumb enough to tell D-Doll that I intended to be a certain weight by my 40th birthday at the end of May. (I still might make it... if I eat only helium for the next 2 months.) I've also said that I could either be fat or bald, but both, and I'm not living up to that one either.
Maybe it's because she wants to keep me around for awhile, but D-Doll has not had the common decency to forget all my loose talk of healthful intentions... so long-story-short, I've commited to doing a triathlon in early August.
WTF! Half mile swim, followed by a 20 mile bike ride (with hills! My arse!) Then topped off with a 3.8 mile stagger.
I know that D-Doll did her tri last year, and that was great and all, but all I had to do was find parking, hold on to the Boy and ring the cow bell. Something tells me that this one might be a bit more labor intensive.
posted by White Ghost Devil @ 10:09 PM
7 Comments:
It tolls for thee! And not for me! hurray!
No, really- you'll be great! (After all, you know how to swim.)
I'm proud of you!
Also, it tolls not for me.
Wow, I'm impressed!!!!!!
Don't be too impressed yet. I still might think of a way to weasel out.
NO WGD!! You can do this...Ddoll did it and she couldn't swim...bless her brave soul.
Maybe it should be a couple's thing...she could do it again. ;)
Speedos, speedos, speedos!
The coed triathlons are fierce! I am so not getting in that water this year :D
BTW, there will be no weaseling.
Good luck, Devil! I must find some soul down here to prod me into losing the extra 20 I'm lugging about.
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