tri not II, putting cancer grrl to bed, and other assorted ephemera

This weekend I have my second attempt at a triathlon. This one is scarier because it isn't all hearts and flowers "you go, survivor" type deal. I guarantee you none of these peeps are telling each other "All that matters is that you finish". Sigh. Well, I may as well wake up to the reality of my mediocrity sooner or later. After all, I did majorly trash my body when I was a dancer, so what do I expect? (Meanwhile, Lou is happily trashing my favorite tri-sox...excuse me a moment...)

Back on track. Now, the second issue of the day is whether or not to retire cancer grrl and go back to being bloggrilla full time. I haven't decided. Since I have the tri this weekend, and some scans next week, I believe I owe at least 2 more posts. After that, we'll see. Once I finally doffed the wig for good, I started feeling less like cancer grrl and more like....well, less like cancer grrl.

Also, I guess I owe a Komen post, but haven't had the time to do any posting. The race was run, itwas not as much fun as last year, and the Ex and I were majorly late, so we had to run to the start of the run. But,we got lots of cool swag. Also, there was a very embarrassing incident mid-run which I have not decided whether or not to reveal on this blog....stay tuned...!

anyway, I have to stop lou from trashing my tri-bag. AT least I am a good gear-head, and organized enuff to bring all the requisite paraphernalia...