So, I really want to finish up the California Series (doesn't that sound totally like I have a grownup, well-thought out blog?) but I also really want to recap Saturday's triathlon. Lest you think this is the worst First World Problem I've had today, let me share with you that:
My church clothes were really comfortable but I had to grocery shop so I had to change into my really comfortable blue jean cut-offs while I was still really comfortable from my nap and it's hard to transition between comforts.
My knee hurt but if I wore my knee brace with my comfy shorts my leg looked like a sausage in a casing.
One radio station had Imagine Dragons Radioactive while another was playing Bob Seger We've Got Tonight and I couldn't decide if I was feeling like a warrior or if I wanted to give in to PMS.
It was 5:30 p.m. but if I didn't have iced coffee right now I.might.die. but then I wouldn't be able to fall asleep quickly and I would have to stay up late watching t.v.
I got tired watching Brian unload the groceries from the car because then I could see how much there was for me to put away.
Let me tell you, it is rough living my life. Truth.
In response to the initial recapping quandary (Cali or triathlon?), I'm simply going to share some pics, and recap the race fully on Wednesday. Because you'll need the details about how I rallied from a life-altering knee injury* (*really, Drama Queen?) to place (7)1st out of EIGHTY-ONE competitors, which, if you can math, you figured that I beat out (count 'em) TEN of those participants. But? I totally finished and I am darn proud I did. Victory, yo.
Here is the pictorial conclusion to the California trip.
|Mission Beach! I've actually never seen a freeway exit with just the word "Beaches" on it. It was sweet and prompted me to say, "Wat up, BEACH-ES?" a million times because it never stops being funny. Never.|
|So, I'm 34 years old and had never been here in my life. Sister Wife Rachel suggested I get my fries "animal style" and the biggest regret of my life is that I did not heed her suggestion. No one in the vicinity of the restaurant had them and I was scared to ask. This is how fear ruins your life, y'all.|
|Sunset at La Jolla. If I wan't married I might troll La Jolla for a hubby. (#Iain'tsayin'sheagolddigger)|
|Two hours north of San Diego at Wayfarer's Chapel. If I wasn't married and had found a husband at La Jolla, I would totally get married here. It's a glass chapel that overlooks this kind of thing.|
|And this. Sike. That's just me.|
So, to sum up California: If I could pack up everyone I know and love and take them with me to southern California, I would do it tomorrow. Consider that a heads-up, all you I know and love. Settle your Michigan affairs and grab your sunblock because we are moving West. I will not easily forget you, California. Nor do I suspect some of you will easily forget me. (I might be thinking of you, Poor Snot Boy.)
As a teaser for Wednesday's post, check this out:
|Awww yeah. Jacob has been training with Sarah and I for a few months now. This is his first triathlon. This picture was taken pre race, while we are full of |
Race recap Wednesday. You don't want to miss it!