it takes...
...twenty three one thousands to fill up my big water bottle from the coolerif you find the last one offensive, i am sorry, i just wanted you to believe me when i said i was counting everything. i can't help it. i wonder if it is because i am stretching more lately, and counting that each time.
...seventeen one thousands for my cell phone to turn on each morning
...about three one thousands for me to open an envelope
...and seventeen one thousands for me to empty a full bladder
in other news, i am looking at another triathlon to tri (cute, i know) as i know that i will need a tangible goal to work towards if i am going to keep up this shape i am in. there is another sprint triathlon the end of june that is only about an hour and a half-ish away from here. but i am hesitant, i am afraid of doing worse than my first one. there is something about setting a high standard that's well... scary. it would be easy for me to go the rest of my life and be happy to call myself a triathlete because heck, i am!! but on the other hand, if i enjoyed the first one, why wouldn't i want to at least try it again and even attempt to improve? therefore, i am telling myself that this fear will not control me or my next tri. so there.
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