Is this thing on?

It's become a routine. Turn on computer. Find a bag of ice. Put ice on sore part. Log on, read tri blogs. See what Wee is up to over in Kona. Wish for a while I was as cute as Wee. Vow to not eat sugar ever again. Move ice. Laugh out loud at Fedofsky's wicked sense of humor somewhere near Chicago. Tell children to make their own waffles. See what Paul has lined up for me today and contemplate how on earth I will find time. See if any Timexers have anything to say. Try to understand Paulo's rocket-scientist speak. Make coffee and fill with sugar, because the no sugar diet lasts about 15 minutes here, until coffee or I spot the last surviving peanut m&m from last night's family movie night. Break up war over who gets first waffles. Make the 8 year old child oats, because he says that processed food is not too good for him. Forget about ice and come back to a puddle dangerously near the computer. Check work email. Then click on Bree's friends. Who are now my friends, in some weird way, because they have never heard of me but I know what they had for breakfast yesterday and how their long run felt and the name of their cat. Ahh, the weird world of blogs. I'm in. I thought you might want to know what I had for breakfast (coffee and a peanut m&m) and I hope I'll feel like less of a stalker if I'm actually putting personal info on the web for strangers to read instead of just, well, stalking.

And because blogs are prettier with pictures - here is me on my new bike at IM AZ. It's a Trek TTX 9.9 SSL. I don't know what any of that stands for. But I do know that Trek painted them orange for us. My kids want to name it Cheeto. I like Clementine. I think this is when I was still paying attention and not pretending I was in a spaghetti western while singing "Horse With No Name" over and over. (race report here) Hard to say for sure though: