swim, bike, run, eat, sleep, knit

I guess not, but then again maybe.  I'm surprised at how long it's been since I've blogged.

 

I completed Ironman #2 in August, 2007, followed by much burnout.  I did a half marathon in Portland, OR, in April '08, but have mostly been a slug ever since.  The job's keeping me busy, the 2nd job's keeping me busier (doing some bookkeeping on the side), and took up a new expensive hobby, knitting.  I've already made bunches of yarny lovelies since right after Christmas: scarves, socks, an afghan, a square for a group-made afghan, a purse, and more.

 

The sad part: my pants have gotten tight, I get winded walking uphill, I have difficultly sleeping, my swimsuit reveals more sticky-outy parts and fewer muscly parts. I miss training for Ironman, rather, I miss the benefits of training for Ironman.  Not to say I'm going to sign back up again right away, but needing to get back on the bus.

 

Maybe publishing my goals, along with sharing my knitty-stuff, will motivate me to get off my ass!

12 years and counting. Saturday Mr. Digger and I celebrated 12 years of wedded bliss. Bliss? Not bliss. Not bad, just not bliss. Life. Ups, downs, sickness, health, good times, bad, better, worse, etc all shared with the same person. A real person, not perfect (like me - ha!), not pretentious, not beautiful, but not too shabby, either.

Would I have chosen differently knowing then what I know now? Probably not. Maybe that is bliss.

Signed up for the first race of the year. It has been on my schedule since October when my coach and I planned out 2006 and the registration for this race always opens suddenly and fills quickly. So tonight I again took the plunge and signed up for the New Balance Victoria (BC) Half Iron Triathlon -- June 18, 2006. And tonight I again got that "YIKES!" feeling, almost a rush, of "what the hell am I doing?!" Yeah, I get to race season and I'm excited, nervous, happy, scared, energized, but ultimately ready to celebrate the results of my winter and spring cold, dark, sometimes miserable swim/bike/run training.

God, it really is like a drug.

Hello, my name is Raindigger and I'm a triathlete...

No longer a municipal beancounter, now a municipal paperpusher for Parks & Community Svcs (same city, different boss). Started yesterday and *whew!* am I tired. Couldn't sleep the night before the new job because I was thinking about the new job, couldn't sleep last night because I was thinking about the new job, I'll be d@mned if I don't get any sleep tonight! I've been too tired/stressed/busy to exercise. This sucks! I mean, I love the new job, the new workgroup, the change of scenery, the pay increase, but I gotta grab some ZZZZs!!

Those damned cookie fiends are back at it! Hard to believe it was just a year ago I was cursing the profane little pastry-pushers, yet this afternoon, in true prairie-dog fashion, I popped out of my hole on the cube-farm and saw one of those cute, brown-vest wearing, vixens-in-training pulling her shiny red Radio Flyer precariously loaded with boxes upon cartons of assorted dough-based confections pre-sold to the swelling municipal masses, but no, not to me. I can be strong... must... resist... time... to... avoid the grocery store between the hours of 3 and 8pm weekdays and before 10pm on weekends.

Nasty evil little scoutseses. Tricksy and false, they is. "Buy our cookies," they tell us, but we hates them, yes precious, we hates them and their boxes of sweet, sweet precious. No, we loves the the precious! WE LOVES THE PRECIOUS GIRL SCOUT COOKIES.

Hence the need to stay away. Sigh. No wonder it's so tough to lose weight.

I'm tahrd of this winter-crap! Fuggeddabout salchows and lutzes, curling and cross-country, half-pipe and hockey -- all this snow and ice leaves me cold. I'm ready for scenes of Peoria, Tempe, Mesa...even, yes, Tampa, Clearwater, Sarasota. I wanna see pictures of boys in caps and cleats playing with sticks and balls. Yes, I love the sun, the new life, the hope...spring training.

Play Ball!