Love the Life you Live, Live the Life you Love

For the sake of not wanting exactly 69 posts on my feed, I'm blogging twice in one day - which actually isn't unheard of. Even blogging 3 times in one day isn't unheard of. Now four? That's getting a little desperate. I can't say I won't ever do it, because I feel we all have those days, but I'm going to avoid it at all costs. Especially when I have a laundry list of things to do today...which actually for once doesn't include laundry. Currently all my Tri stuff is scattered around my room, I pulled out everything that was on the list Colin sent us. One problem: to actually bring everything, I would need an Airbus 300. Or a small caravan. Maybe I could get away with a donkey and a saddle bag. But, regardless, not a carryon and a purse. My wet suit alone takes up half my carry-on. My mom told me always to wear the biggest thing you have. So through my powers of deduction I decided the most reasonable thing to do is wear the wet suit on the plane. My helme...

Last night while at work I was quite literally a train wreck. Okay maybe not a train wreck. But if trains were made of plastic and were about 1/10 size and merely fizzled instead of blew up when they collided or derailed, then I would have been a train wreck. So I guess a train wreck is a little bit of an over statement because I'm not made of 240 tons of crushing, steaming, steel - even though sometimes I like to think I am. But any belief that I was made of pure metal was obliterated when I got hit by those two cars a couple weeks ago. So if I'm not steel then I think I'm made of alloy - some sort of partial solid mix in a metallic matrix...thing. Not quite as tough as steel but not quite as soft as pure gold. So whatever sort of collision I was last night was due to a combination of lack of sleep, excitement for nationals, Diet Coke, and the butterflies I get out of working at City Sports. That sounded like sarcasm, but in all honestly it's not. I absolutely could no...