Just Tired

Today is gone. Today was fun.
Tomorrow is another one.
Every day,
from here to there,
funny things are everywhere.

One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish - by Dr. Seuss

That's the last page of one of Logan's favorite books right now. I also like the end because it has the children going to sleep on their pet Zeep, which reminds me of the Irish Wolfhounds I grew up with. I thought it was an appropriate little rhyme that also describes our lives right now.

I painted our guest bathroom all day on Friday. We had new tile put down and a new vanity put in a couple of months ago, but have been slack on painting and putting up a new mirror. Putting our house on the market is always in the back of our heads but it just seems like such an enormous undertaking! Anyways, since I was off on Friday, it was a good day to try and check that task off the list.

The next morning we got up at 4:30am to drive to Burlington for the Mission Man triathlon. Here are results. It was a nice venue, but overall I just felt tired. It was one of those days where there just wasn't any spark in the legs. I was the only open female signed up so that meant it was me and 9 or so guys in wave 1 (I've talked about it before but geez do I hate it when I don't get to actually race anyone).  There was lots of jokey-jokey before the start.

Me: Ken, I'd like to draft off of you, but don't start off too fast, m-kay?
Ken: Well I was going to draft off of Marty & Dave
Dave: But I'm going to draft off of Bri!
(hardeeharhar)

The swim was fine, albeit very warm. At least it wasn't quite as warm as the Triangle Triathlon's water temp (90.5!!)  I drafted to the first turn buoy (sadly, not off of Ken, who started off too fast for me). Approaching the first buoy I could see two guys off to my right who I just knew were going to make a beeline and clobber me at the turn, so I opted to pull up and let them go. And I was right, I would've gotten hammered. But the one guy breastroked around the buoy which slowed me up -- seriously, dude?

The bike course was nice and would've been more fun had I felt better. But I didn't and the only people I saw were guys I had beaten out of the water who proceeded to zoom by me like I was pedaling backwards. Other than that, it was lonely and I kept thinking this was the longest 15miles of my life. Even a half-hearted Jens Voight "Shut up legs!" didn't help.

I liked the run course, but in keeping with the theme I just felt tired. Cruise tempo effort it was through the off road rolling terrain.

I liked the race and will hopefully do it again at some point.  We hung around for a little while but opted to go get a yummy breakfast instead of sticking around for awards before relieving our babysitter.

Up very early again on Sunday morning for the Big Deuce and Little Uno swims. I once again had awesome volunteers helping me at check-in, and even some that weren't swimming so I got to swim this time.  I did the Little Uno as my swim volume is too low to even think swimming 2 miles straight would've been remotely fun. I was going to cruise the entire thing but having people near me released the competitive juices and I ended up really picking it up the backstretch. Dang, my lats were tired afterwards.

An easy ride after with some OSB'ers before a funfilled afternoon of Junior Awesome.

And yeah, right now -- TIRED!!