There should be some sort of fanfare

I should have some sort of "signing up for Wildflower" tradition. Open a bottle of champagne, or sparkling cider at least; make a little speech. You know, take a moment to reflect on last years performance before clicking the register button. There should be some kind of fanfare before spending 150 dollars on a triathlon. Yeah, 150 bucks. That's crazy, spending that kind of money all for the privilege of having lake water snorted up your nose, bicycling up a hill so steep you want to puke your lungs out, and running six miles under a hot sun.

Oh well, it's Wildflower. It's like the Sea Otter of the triathlon world, so what are you going to do? It's only money after all, and they do give you a towel. Brian refused to pay a spectator fee, though. He said he would ride his bike into the park in protest, instead of giving them 12 bucks to watch triathlon. It was either that, or he was going to make a sign that said "I paid twelve dollars, and all I got to see was a lousy triathlon." That was kind of amusing, all though I do think I'm worth twelve dollars.

I'm racing the olympic distance this year; I have in my head that I really want to do a half ironman one day, so I promised Brian I'd actually do a few more olympic distances this year before tackling something longer. That's kind of a departure from my usual "sign up for an event before I'm actually ready to do it" approach. Perhaps I am maturing.

I'm suppose to be cleaning house for my parents imminent arrival on Monday. I'm procrastinating. I'll probably wait until an hour before I'm suppose to pick them up at the airport and then shove everything in the closet. I really hate cleaning house.

I did a training ride at Fremont Older today. I started from the Stevens Creek Canyon side, and tried to climb the big hill into the park. It was a challenge. I climbed a bit, rested a bit, climbed a bit, rested a bit longer, climbed some more, then rested a whole lot. But I did ride the whole hill and didn't walk any of it, so that was good. I know once I can climb the whole hill without stopping then I'll be ready to race this season. It was a nice ride; lots of climbing, not too many people and I saw a coyote on the way back down.

Now I'm ready to curl up in front of the fireplace and read my book, if it weren't for having to clean house. I really hate cleaning house. I wonder how big the closet is?