my head

man i've got a lot of people in my life that have helped me out along the way, especially in triathlon. and a lot of them just because they think i'm cute. that's men-pigs for ya though. yeah, men. sometimes i wish i had one. then i get one and i find myself plotting how i can get rid of him. i really will be single forever. i guess i had a shot with Chris. maybe that's all you get in life. But really? that can't even be considered a chance, right? i mean, if it's meant to be it won't be *that* hard. like, miserable difficult. man, i used to be a total whack job. maybe triathlon has given me sanity. ha ha ha ha ha. i'm not even close to sane now. but i'm a lot closer than i used to be. i think this swim-bike-run shit actually helps me keep my head on straight. that and my nightly jeopardy watching. oh! Lost was on last night. ghhh...missed it for like the third week in a row. all because I can't stay up that late when i have three workouts on tuesdays. man, that track work SUCKED. I didn't feel like I was going to puke. or shit. but i felt like rigor mortis had set in my legs...like those dead animals at the bottom of the hill on that weird road in TN. I'm really glad Rod took my bike in for a tune up today. But I'm not overly excited about driving up to get it tomorrow. It'll be good to see those guys again though. They're excellent bike mechanics. One of these days I'll know how to work on my own bike. But I like that I can dis- and re- assemble it on my own. Actually, I hate when anyone else tries to do that stuff for me. There are lots of things I don't like having done for me. I think i have man abs. i have the V. but i don't have a little waist. it's been almost two weeks since i went tanning. it's about time to go home and get a ride in. but i really feel like going home and having a glass of wine and sitting on the couch. and taking Clubby for a walk. i'm so glad next week is recovery.