Oh, hello again weekend. It seems like you were just here. I’d say that is a good thing, but it really means I’ve discovered a new level of busy at my new job. Which I suppose IS a good thing.

The past seven days have been FULL. I helped a friend celebrate her 30th birthday at Nashville’s honky tonks, saw the sis-in-law graduate high school, competed in another sprint triathlon, had a Memorial Day barbecue with friends (that’s barbecue in the pork ribs definition), constructed and sewed some lined curtain panels for the dining room and some other stuff that I no longer recall. Oh, and I’ve had a nasty cold this week.

The triathlon on Monday turned out OK. I was under the mistaken assumption that the 10-mile bike course was flat and fast, and as such I pushed myself hard on the swim and bike legs. Well, I pushed hard until I got about 3 miles out on the bike course and discovered a nice, steep downhill that I knew was going to have to be made up before I got back to the transition area. And oh boy, were they made back up. The hills on that course were total assholes. Total. Assholes. I made sure they knew it with the profanities I muttered breathlessly at them.

me, in the waning moments of the bike leg and half dead.

I ended up posting my best swim and bike paces to date, but my legs were lead pipes by the time I hit the pavement for the run. That is the classic sign of mismanaging your energy in a triathlon and not properly training for the bike-to-run transition. Which I didn’t do because I hate running so much.

Ah well, a crappy run time is what I get for not properly preparing. It’s a good lesson to get before I start my bona fide, coach-led training next week. Yes, I’m doing that damn Olympic tri, and it’s going to be awesome. At some point it’s going to be awesome. Probably when it’s over.