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Today I took the day off. I'm training for a triathlon. Yes, I said triathlon. No I'm not on crack. I don’t know why I did it, because I’m already busy as hell, but I felt I needed to do it. It was one thing I didn’t have to share with anybody. It would be my thing. My success or my failure with no one else to blame—or credit.
Besides, Ron says I'm not built for soccer and he wouldn't even let me consider joining the Roller Derby team. (Oh come on, who's really surprised that I'd want to do that?)
Then the most sucky of things, that I can think of at this moment, happened to me. It was a training day and, of course, I didn’t have a sitter. So I sucked it up and decided since we were only doing the run portion and only 2.1 miles instead of the full 3.1 miles, I figured I could take the baby in his stroller.
It went well. Except for anytime I got a good clip going he would huck his bottle out the side. Then I’d have to stop and he’d lean forward and up looking at me like, “Well aren’t you going to get that?” And I’d say, “Oh, I’m sorry I thought I was practicing for a triathlon. Silly me.” Then I’d stupidly give it back to him and he’d wait until I was running fast enough to allow the bottle to catch a good gust when he'd throw it and I’d stop again and fetch it. This happened for a quarter mile then I woke up and stopped giving him the bottle. Even still, I finished the 2.1 miles in 25 minutes and came in second – to someone not pushing a 22 pound baby and 28 pound stroller.
As I readied for swim training later that evening I was still pretty high from my earlier success and feeling totally like an athlete. I finished swimming and came home. Then I realized that somewhere in between the run and the swim, I LOST MY IPOD. Yeah, I know, huh? I don't know what I'll do either. It’s all over. I can’t finish the tri now. I can’t imagine how I’ll be able to get the motivation. Actually, it’s the focus that I’m worried about. Without my music, I’ll likely get bored and begin to chase butterflies.
Of course, no one turned it in to the gym. I don’t know why, because the thing was attached to green ear plugs. If I catch anyone in the gym wearing an iPod that fits that description, you know I’m going to tackle them. However, I probably won’t go to the gym anymore. My gym doesn’t play music. My husband says they do, but I can’t ever hear it, so what’s the worth in playing it. Wake up trainers, the gym is not the place for soft background music.
Actually, I’ve been thinking about just sucking it up again and plowing forward with my goal. So I decided I need a theme song. Something I can replay over in my head to keep me pumped. Something a little like Pink’s “So What” but a little less She-Woman-Man- Hater. Maybe something a little Gwen Stefani-ish when she was with No Doubt. Or how about something Pat Benatar, ooh that's going waaay back. So I’m inviting suggestions for my theme song. If it takes me through the race I owe you a fist pump.