GREAT news. . . I’m leaving the memory of Ramen Noodles back where it belongs: my college days.
The romantic notion of “training like a pro” — as if that would ever happen– will never come to fruition. I survived my company’s cuts on Friday, and I’m thankful to not be faced with the arduous task of finding something new right now. The news came and I was relieved, yet my position will not be the same, and I was given some options.
Nothing like a long, solo (read: lonely!) bike ride today to clear my head. Even the lady at the soap-on-a-rope gas station asked where my buddies were. (I guess Dennis and Matt really make her day. Work it, guys. Maybe we can score one of those unidentifiable fried concoctions next time).
I distracted myself from that pesky power meter by carefully considering my options, and finished the ride not only tired and hungry, but also with a clear path in front of me. Life is good. These aren’t REAL problems. And I’m lucky to have what I have. Bottom line– I’m happy to continue where I’m at
. . . and as far as triathlon is concerned, I am and always will be one of the working class. I’m like what you could call a FAUX PRO. Oooh, I like this new phrase I’m coining. There’s so much to work with— definitely more on the Faux Pro later.
The only REAL problem today was trying to give the finger to the jerk who nearly clipped me. You see, it’s really tough to truly express yourself when you’re wearing lobster-claw gloves. I made a feeble attempt, but ended up giggling at the absurdity of my efforts.
Thanks for the kind words. (And yes, Ms.Eggers… we WILL have a blast in New Orleans!!)
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Nice gloves. Congrats on not losing the job. You can’t train like a pro if you can’t eat like a pro!