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My First Triathlon! And why the scariest things are often in your own mind. San Dimas, CA. It was my first time in open water, swimming without the guides of the lap lanes and I couldn't swim in a straight line to save my life. Every other breath, I looked up and saw that I was heading in a different trajectory, but never towards the first buoy. Once I almost ran smack into the lifeguards surfboard. But the hardest part was talking myself into believing that lake monsters don't in fact exist. See, I have what some would call, a totally irrational fear of lakes. There is little more in this world as frightening and spellbinding as a lake that has swallowed a whole town, where down in the depths, lie buildings, and stores, and maybe dead people just waiting to gurgle to the surface. I kept telling myself, focus Janie, focus. There isn't something about to come darting to the surface and swallow you whole. Really, seriously, fffooooccccuuussss. And then, after I was kicked about 3 times, and I punched some lady square in the mouth (on accident), I was coming out of the water. Paul was there cheering me on, and I was running to the transition area. I felt great. I had defeated the lake monster. You aren't getting me this time! Hah! And then it was on the bike, and Signe and I wooshed around the park twice, the 13 miles flying by with hardly a blink of an eye. Then we were putting on running shoes, and there goes Molly! Then I was trying to catch Molly the whole time...and then Signe passes us...just...a....little....faster...and then it was over. I came in 98th out of 690 women. R-a-d-i-c-a-l. See you out there next year!
| Training Here is my weekly training schedule: Ride bike to work (10 mi round trip).............3x Swim 10 laps............................................1x Run 2 miles..............................................1-2x Spinning classes.......................................2x Long bike rides..........................................1-2x Loafing around watching bad television.........4x Eating whatever the hell I want.....................6x | Art and the heart shaped balloon Why do we love it when artists make normal things either really huge or really small? I can't wait to go see this show, and you should go too. Art is the quintessential reflection of our experience, writ large, and it should be worshipped with sacrificial twinkies left at the gates of MOMA, MOCA, LACMA, and all those other apocraphyl acronyms... Tim Hawkinson's show at the Getty is worth seeing, although I must say...I kept looking for more rooms... |
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