It's been a few months, but I finally got myself together with the pictures Smokey took of me at the triathlon I swam/biked/ran in back in May. And what a journey it was. Not long after we moved to Anchorage I saw this race and started thinking about doing it the next year. So, when I heard how hard it was to get a spot in the race, I stayed up until midnight on registration opening eve to ensure a spot. And I commenced to training. And then I broke my finger and my bike and swim training came to an abrut halt. The running training had more of a pause than anything else. Tiny sweet Monica who is getting married next month also registered for this race, but it was not her first time racing it. This was my second triathlon and I was far less prepared for it than for my first one.
The run was at the end of the race. It seemed like so easy of a run after the marathon training. And that's where I realized (duh) that I had been training for distance, not so much for speed. So I was just gettting warmed up when I crossed the finish line.
Also, I learned how much slower a mountain bike is compared to a road bike on the asphalt. But still, all in all it was a great time. Thanks to my physical therapist for the donation of the bike stand and to Smokey for altering it for my mountain bike.
Smokey and I are preparing to occupy our friend's house while they are off galavanting around the planet. You wouldn't necessarily know this based on the current state of our apartment. Mostly this is because we have both been clocking way too many hours at work. Fair enough on his part, trying to launch a business and all, but I don't have that kind of excuse. I can't say it's so much that I love my office space or the act of pushing around (electronic) paper so much. Maybe it's just the fun of sometimes opening an email from a field superintendent and finding pictures like this from a project I have been spending stupid amounts of time working on. Yes, that is a toilet. With a view. This is my selling ice to Eskimos project.
And you thought living near a fault line was crazy? I wonder if FEMA knows about this? Or the local insurance company?
Ever worried your view of the world was a little twisted? How about that of your local church? If your church looks like this I think it has a justifiable reason.
And this view never changes. No buildings to block your view. No jet planes ruining your peaceful contemplation of the universe. No jet boat races. No freeway noise. Also no running water.
