wednesday weigh in

I dread writing these weigh-in posts only to record I haven't really done much this week.

Sure, I went running one day and went to the pool one day. But on that one day I went to the pool with the intention to work out, I didn't swim because the water was chilly, so instead I climbed in to the hot tub, hung on to the wall, and kicked my legs. For a solid two minutes I kicked. And then I just sat with my back on the jets and stared at the pretty palm trees swaying over head.

So no more am I going to write posts like that.

This is a new game, baby.

AND I AM ON.

I've got until October 19 to get ready for my next triathlon.

There will be a schedule. There will be running three days a week, swimming at least two days a week and bicycling at least one day a week. Although I hear the key to improving your triathlon time is to cycle more, because you spend more time on a bike than anything else.

But, man!

There are some huge hills around my neighborhood. So I think that one day a week over this terrain is probably the equivalent of five days on flat. And yes, as a matter of fact this is a real example of the rationalization I provide to myself.

The kids start Montessori on Monday and since I'll *only* have one baby and 15 hours of *free* time each and every week, I plan to hit the gym with vengeance. I just know that it will be so much easier for me to get in to a good exercise routine once the triplets are in school and I'm sure I'll want to go to the gym every day and work out.

As opposed, to say, laying around the house and reveling in the silence.

Not me.

I'm a workout fiend.

Have you ever seen such a competitive racer?


Don't be fooled in to thinking that "Oh What a Beautiful Morning, Oh What A Beautiful Day!" was piped in over the race course. The only thing I heard on that grueling day was the sound of tires, furiously pedaling across asphalt.

I'm not smiling.

I'm grimacing and trying to look FIERCE to my competition.

And here?

The primary reason I'm smiling is because I'm not the last person to cross the finish line and not because I'm going to bust out a really! good! cheer!

Although you'd probably never know that bit about me not finishing last if I hadn't told you. Because from the look of it, there is absolutely no one in sight behind me.

But oh yes, they were there.

Even though they were in the 80 and up age category ... I kicked their asses and they KNOW IT.