Getting Ready to Race!

It's hard to believe that my first Ironman prep race is here. Saturday is the Redman Half-Ironman in Oklahoma City. It's supposed to be a great race, despite its politically incorrect name.

Friday is all the pre-race mandatories. Participant check-in (where I will get a super-cool wristband), race packet pick-up, pre-race meeting, bike check-in, bag drop off, and practice swim. Saturday is the race. The anxiety is already starting. I know I'll do fine (I keep telling myself), I've done it before, but I'm still nervous. I'll let you guys know how it goes. Supposedly, you can track an athlete on their website on race day.

http://www.redmantriathlon.com/

Since this page isn't live yet I don't know if you track by my name or my bib/race number. I do know my bib/race number is 570. I'd love to finish under 6 hours but finishing is my general goal.

On a happier note, I did a little retail therapy and my part to bring an end to the recession Saturday. Check out my new, awesome boots.


There were a few other goodies that were screaming my name but my financial conscious (a.k.a. Shawn) wouldn't let me buy them. I'll have to hit the mall solo so I can splurge. Besides, all my winter clothes are in storage. What other choice do I have but to buy all new stuff?????

This week also marks the start of the Fall TV Line Up. I'm so excited. Ever since I got a DVR I've become a TV junkie. Last night was The Biggest Loser. It was an episode full of laughter, tears, gasps, and shocking weigh-ins. First off, home-girl collapses after running a mile, tries to crawl her way to the finish line, and then totally passes out. And for a sure ratings spike, they don't just load her into an ambulance and cart her to the hospital, they call in a helicopter. Yes. They air lifted Traci right on out. Wow. I hope she has a low-fat IV at the hospital or else those extra calories will affect her weigh in.

And they brought Dan back... Come on... I know he needs help but he had his chance and was sent home last season. Let someone else have a chance. Boo.

But you have to love Bob and Jillian. Bring on the tough love. Except for Abby. She needs a little tender love. But just for a few weeks.

I also stumbled upon a fantastic Twitter feed. The guy tweeting is 29 years old. He moved back in with his parents. We don't know much about his mom but his dad is 79 years old. And is quite opinionated. Verbose. And a bit profane. The son tweets things his dad says. The Twitter feed is titled "Shit My Dad Says." Priceless one-liners.

We may have so me new news on the house front. We're considering expanding our geography to include a new part of town. In our budget. Either new construction or teardowns. I'm optimistic. Perhaps foolishly. But optimistic none-the-less.

Not much else to report. I've got some stretching and hydrating to attend to before the big weekend. I'll post pics and updates when I have them.

Think of me on Saturday. I'll need the good vibes.
1.2 mile swim. 56 mile bike. 13.1 run.