So I took a little blogging break. I felt pretty uninspired, like I had nothing to write. Sometimes I feel a little lost as a blogger, like I'm not sure exactly what the point is. I mean, I love to read other people's blogs, and I get what the whole thing is supposed to be about. But somehow when I do it, it doesn't feel quite right.
But for now, I'll keep it up.
So while I was out, let's see, what happened?
I hung out with my friend Julie who is moving to China in a few short weeks. Yes, that's right, China. So I probably won't see her for at least a year.
I took a test that told me my real Myer-Briggs personality is ENTJ, not ESTP as i thought it was. ENTJ's apparently make excellent cult leaders. Exciting, I know.
I submitted an essay to Julie's magazine, Sprymag.com.
I spent a lot of time daydreaming about my trip to Hawaii, which is now less than two weeks away. I can't wait to do this. We're also going here. I also really want to do this but it is so expensive.
I had a hearty chuckle at the Michigan game on Saturday. Sooooo funny.
And finally, I have continued to prepare for the triathlon, which is a very scary three sleeps away. I thought I was doing alright with my training, but now... I don't know. Last Thursday I did a brick -- where you do a bike/run combo -- and felt sluggish and out of breath. I took Friday off. Saturday, I went for a six-mile run in the morning with my girl Jen. It felt better, and I finished the run in good time. I then took Sunday off. My plan was to go hard Monday through Wednesday this week, but after a bad swim Monday and a bad swim and a bad run on Tuesday, I have no idea what to do. All three of those workouts felt torturous. I feel tired, slow and heavy. I can't believe I'm over-trained because I've taken so much time off. (Three days out of the last seven.) So... what the heck? I feel pretty unprepared and worried now. I know -- well, I assume -- I'll finish, but I had hoped it would feel good, that's I'd be well-trained enough to have fun with the race and give it my all. At this point, I can't expect it to be so easy and breezy. Certainly not beautiful.
Whatevs. Only so much I can do from this point.