For the mini lesson above… you are welcome. Take notes because there will be a pop quiz next week! I might even throw in a sneaky question like… If one is less than two and three is less than seven… what is eighteen less than… and also, just for kicks and giggles… why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near? All together now… just like me they long to be close to you! Good ole Karen Carpenter with the vocals of silken velvet. (That’s probably not a fabric, but I just made like it was one.)
Moving on… I get Weight Watchers magazine… for motivation purposes, recipe purposes, and all around success story purposes. When I think about it, they should be sending me their dagnabbed magazine for free. I put every last one of them worker’s children through college being on that diet since the age of 7. I’m writing up a petition as we speak! So, I’m perusing this newest issue when I get to an article about triathlons… mini triathlons, of course… we WW magazine subscribers ain’t gladiators up in this joint. And you know what the first thought that came to my mind was? That sounds fun… I’m totally going to do it! Back the insanity wagon up!!!! Did I just turn into that annoying bouncy exercising specimen I so used to hate to be around.
Annoying Bouncy Exercise Person: Let’s go on a hike!
Cranky Whitney: Why, so I can push you off a cliff?
That never happened and you can’t prove it! For those of you unfamiliar with what a mini triathlon entails, it’s swimming for 0.5 miles (vomiting for 20 minutes), biking for 12 miles (playing dead for 30 minutes), and running/walking for 3.1 miles (all the while trying to call the ambulance) all in the same few hours. Biking for 12 miles… easy… I do it daily. Walking for 3.1 miles… easy… I do it daily. Swimming for 0.5 miles………………………………………………………….
That must mean I have to get over my crushing fear of germy pool water, wearing skimpy clothing in public, and did I mention germy pool water and wearing skimpy clothing in public? By skimpy clothing I really mean shorts and a t-shirt because ain’t no way this chiquita is going to be wearing any form of swimming suit. PERIOD! I can’t remember the last time I went swimming, though as a kid I was practically a fish in water… a whale, but a fish nonetheless. Buck it up, Whitney. You’ve decided you were doing it and come slurpees and moonbeams, you will!!!! I just need to find a vacant, child-free, fairly clean swimming pool whilst living in Utah. Quit laughing… it’s totally possible! Kids sleep sometimes! For anyone interested… here’s the tri-athlon training schedule from the WW magazine.
Question of the Day: Do you swim? Have you ever done a triathlon? Cache Valleyites… any recommendations for places a girl could go swimming?