Tomorrow morning I'll be competing, er, participating in the LA Triathlon. Didn't make it below a deuce but compared to last year I'm 20+ lbs lighter so that's a good thing.
One other thing that had me thinking a lot this week was the idea of going back on what I said last month and signing up for the Clydesdale division like last year. Despite being a member of the husky group, my time on the bike was good enough to crack the top 20 in the elite category.
Now, at a fly weight 207, I started having thoughts of grandeur. I could be the skinniest heavyweight and rule up on the Clydesdales because I did really well as an even tubbier bitch last year. Seriously, the level of comprehension needed to figure out the twisted logic of sandbagging the Clydesdales is a job only Carl Sagan can do. And he's dead.
Ultimately, I realized I've never been on to play in the sand so bucked up and registered with the skinny folk. We'll see how it goes tomorrow.
At least I'll have less backfat hanging out this year and if things go well, I won't get into a rasslin' match with my wet suit which ended with me covered in sand from head to toe looking like a giant powdered donut.
Note the backfat and residual sand.
