True Life: I’m a Debbie Downer
Today was a sad day in my life. Although I whined and complained, I really did want to do the triathlon. Alas, it was cancelled due to the weather. It was lightening and thundering and downpouring. Basically a scary storm that lead to flash floods that led to me running 10 miles on the dreadmill and calling it a day. . But that is another story.
By 6:30, the daddykins and I entered the worlds largest navel station for the race. BAHA. It makes me seem like I was somewhere oh so exciting.
At 7:00, I spent 15 minutes figuring out all my numbers went.
7:15 we were all marked up with and ready to go.
7:30 We were directed a storm was coming and to chillaxe in our car.
8:15 They called off the swim.
9:00 They called off the race.
9:15 The daddykins took me on a tour of Navel Station because I don’t really come out there much. Basically a bunch of his old ships and such. I don’t know why (maybe I should have joined the navy) but ships amuse me. All of them. So in the midst of a storm, we plowed through the flooding and looked at them.
I haven’t ever had bad luck like that so I can’t really complain. It was just more obnoxious because I had to get up at 5:30am on a Sunday.
Question for you:
1. What is your most obnoxious race/exercise related story?