Shout to my coach, triswami who not ONLY got me up to and through Ironman Florida, he also participated in the Ironman Bucket List activities that included this stop some months ago for some bad ass cheeseburgers. Now, I suppose, I can call him a friend because he doesn't charge me for each email I send...I kid, I kid. I didn't think I needed a coach and figured I could 'do it on my own.' Retrospect - no way, not with the result that I had for being an Ironman virgin at the time. I would have made it, sure, but not like that. Now, I have to suffer with him at swim in his teeny weenie bikini...anything smaller would be a thong. If you see us streaking through your neighborhood in our speedos, please stop to say HI, don't just laugh and point!
Triswami and Missy
Here is a really funny, real live email I received from a friend the other day...
I had to tell someone and you understand snot.
I just sneezed and launched a massive wad of snot into my hair. There is no way to get all of that shit out of there....guess I'll be like the weird kid in school who has boogers on every finger, crust all in the face and hair and her skirt tucked into her underwear.
I was in a meeting when I received this email on my Booberry. Of course, I read it, snorted, only to attract attention to the fact that I was doing something else. I love my friends and I'm so proud and happy to know that I am the one they think of when they blow boogers everywhere. It's great to be loved...and known as someone who understands snot!