Promised (and nearly missed) Rainbows


Saturday night, we went to a little local Italian joint for a pasta dinner. “Carb loading,” we called it, even though one of us read somewhere that it’s not really important/necessary to carb load for a sprint triathlon. Whatever. I’ll take any reasonable excuse to pig out on noodles.

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Buck farty nine

This weekend is my women’s sprint triathlon in Wisconsin. I am nervous and excited (more excited than nervous, thankfully). I am sure I can do this, and look forward to a good feeling of triumph and pride as I cross the finish line. Actually, I’m hoping that I like it so much that I’ll want to do more (aren’t you glad you started this, Stef?!).

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