Ut-oh.

I cut my hair again. I realize that this is about as newsworthy as the fact that the garbage men came today, again, on a wednesday, imagine that! But what I wanted to show are my newfound frugal ways. Me, need pins for my obnoxious bangs or rubberbands for my shaggy mop? No way. It's office supplies all the way - pink binder clip for the bangs and a pencil for the rest.

I rode my tri bike home tonight. Which wouldn't be weird, except that my office is starting to look like a bike shop, as you can see to the left above. I rode Blue-Barry in, but wanted the ttx for the trainer ride tonight. On the ride home I found myself with the wrong shoes, and the wrong cleats, well, there was a whole lot of wrong going on, including the fact that my dress was tied in a knot at my waist and tucked into my bike shorts, because I had packed wrong. The speedplay cleats actually kind of hooked into the looks well enough that I would forget, push up a little hill and send my legs flying off the pedals, which kind of hurt. The stupid things I do because my husband won't buy/steal me a cute little black VW rabbit like I NEED. (ahem, isn't there a holiday this weekend?)

Up to this point, the training has been about doing what I want to do, when I can fit it in. It's looked like about 25 miles per week of running and 150 or so miles per week of riding, with 2 structured workouts per week with the Boca cycling clinic. Last week was an infinite leap from 0k/week to 6k/week of swimming. I think I just weasled my way into a half-ironman - even though last spring I said I would never, ever do it again because I almost froze to death on the swim. It's in seven weeks. I did Kona on a little under 8 weeks of bike/run training due to injury.. but it didn't go so well. Here's hoping I'm more prepared to cram for this one! Starting this week the training emails will be coming from Raul, who took me back into the Boca family without batting an eye, because Boca really is a family. I'm a lucky girl. And now I've got seven weeks to work my butt off and get in race shape, prior to 6:30 am and after 8 pm, of course.

Last time I didn't look so happy at the finish. And don't be confused by the palm trees, it was one of the coldest experiences of my warm little life. That's not sweat, it's frost.