I have my last tri of the year -Miami Man, an Oly, in November - which I'm training only to finish on a wing and a prayer. I've been tossing around the idea of deferring foreeeever because I've been so ill and mentally strained. A few weeks ago, the tri club coach calls and tells me that Nationals next year (which I *think* I earn automatic exemption into because of this year but not sure!! could be wrong!!) is going to be . . .
in Alabama.------------->
My parents live in Alabama.-------------->
You know, that place there?-------------->
I got sick. I lost the message. I got depressed. I lost hope. I was running or cycling like once a week.
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And it's no secret that the last few months have been some of the darkest of my life. I need a boost. Every night when I come home from work (except when I do homework or run Kona) I'm slumped over the couch frowning. The animals are all looking at me like "Excuse me WTF R U Doin? Rnt U Almst A Natl Champ? U Shld B Like Famus Or Smthn?!! I Mean WTF?"
Then I open my email this evening and see this mailer from the local running store where I moonlighted last summer:
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Holy shit. THAT'S ME.
Me looks happy!
Me looks fabulous!
Me looks like a REAL runner!
Me needs to use proper grammar cause me is getting very annoyed!
So I say to myself . . . .
self . . .
Excuse me WTF R U DOIN?
GET YOUR ASS BACK OUT THERE AND ADD SOME MORE DAMN RACES TO YOUR SCHEDULE!
'Cuz seriously . . . if I looked good enough to make e-press . . . it must make me pretty freakin' happy.
which means . . .
I should be doin' this more often.
2 tidbits of wizdom:
Damn straight! You are a runner. You are a triathlete. I'd definitely chillax a bit. You want to plan your race season next year with cold calculated resolve :-)
just sayin...
Hey MAJ,
How you been?
Bob
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