Um. Shit?
So today, this afternoon, I’m all happy. Not quite sure why, because I’ve been moping around a lot lately. Mad at the world. Mad at my body. Really f-ing mad at Al Gore for making all this global warming shiz up…and then warming up the globe to prove his point.*
But, today I’m all happy. I’m even happy as I’m sitting in the courtroom doing jail clearing with the slowest (seriously, SLOWEST) judge ever. I’m even happy (now this is shocking) as I’m sitting over at the prosecution table sorting out my client’s 18 count accusation with the prosecutor. (Yes, folks, 18 counts. Ten + Eight counts. It’s like the Duggar family of accusations. On another note…they would be willing to have a 20th baby? Wtf.).
Anyway, back to me being happy. Sitting at the prosecutor’s table. And then this loud frbbbbbbh sound starts happening. Hmm? Frbbbbbh. What’s that? Frbbbbbbh. I look over and my cell phone is vibrating on the defense table. Oopsies. Good thing this flipping slow judge is also particularly hard of hearing.
I scurry over and take a look at my caller ID. It’s one of my favsies, Mags. My fabulous Mags, who lives in Wisconsin and is going to be there for all my IM glory. Which is awesome, btw because Mags is this AMAZING runner. Actually beyond amazing. I’m hoping some of her amazingness rubs off on me.
Anywho, after court is over, I call Mags back. And we chat. And then she says, “Oh I was calling you because the Ironmanis one month from today! Yay!”
Yay? Shit.
I have a lot of work to do.
*I was an env sci major in college. I kid. I kid a lot. And I <3 Al. <3 him a lot.
A public defender super heroine by day, I am a cupcake baker extraordinaire by night. And come weekend, I am an IronPerson. I deal with an NPR addiction daily and I dream of one day having Carl Kasell on my answering machine. I strive to be the best fur-mommy I can be, and when I have time, I'm learning to be a grownup.
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15 Responses for "One Month."
You are an amazing runner too! You are going to rock the Ironman!
you’ll totally rock! and wooooooooooot for happy days! enjoy
I don’t care if it’s only one month you’re going to kick ass! And i laughed outloud multiple times while reading your post.
You know, my just put all my remaining workouts in Training Peaks today, and yes, there was a “yikes” but now I feel I have it under control. It is manageable. I get see the light and I know how to get there.
This IMoo thing will be a huge challenge when the day comes, but I think the harder part has been getting to the start line (which is actually not a line, but an imaginary line in the water).
Have a good month. Soak it all in.
Glad you’re back, baby. I’ve missed your posts. I make Gore jokes, too. Then I have to explain later. Must be genetic. <3 you and Al Gore.
You are incredible and will do fine without anyone else’s amazingingness. I can’t believe I have to follow your mom’s comment. Too bad about the cell phone and Al Gore’s global warming. And our Indonesian president!
that was a joke too
You will rock the Ironman. Have you been to Madison before? I know a little bit about the course (well, the run and swim), and I think you’ll enjoy it. If you let me know estimated times when you will be on the run, I will definitely come down and cheer for you. The Lake Mendota Dr. turn around is the entrance to where we live.
Wow time is flying by! You’re so ready though and I have no doubt that you’re going to rock it! Give it your all this last month!
No…No…No! Not shit! Yay!!!
Just think – a month from yesterday we’ll be doing it and a month from today we’ll be wearing our finsher medals and trying to walk with a strut but it will probably be more like that leg dragging ghetto limp thing.
And a month from this weekend we’ll be sleeping in our Saturday, strolling through the famers market, reading books in coffee shops on Sunday afternoons and staying up past 10 pm. And still telling everyone we pass that we’re Ironmans.
yay one month (minus one day, now). you’re going to rock it. I can’t waaaaaaaaaait.
You’re gonna be kind of awesome.
I can’t wait to hear about it. Good luck with the rest of your training! You inspire me!
You’re going to rock it!! I can’t wait to hear all about it.
I’ll eat cupcakes in your honor…
There must a sick thrill in all this ridiculous, semi-scary, physically demanding bruhaha you are putting yourself through. I saw a “140.6″ sticker on the back of someone’s car today and took a moment to imagine all the hours and sweat this person put in to be able to slap that damn thing on his car. You are such a champ. Not every month gets to be “the last month before the ironman.” Live it up!
it’s coming but you are gonna rock it!
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