*conversation with my doctor who will not be remaining in this role earlier this week*
LBTEPA: As a person who's recovered from chronic fatigue syndrome, should I be worrying that whenever I get to a decent level of exercise, Noddie brings home a germ from school and I get sick?
Dr: you just shouldn't do so much exercise
*sms from LBTEPA to Spousal Unit this morning*
Have been to ( popular triathlon clothing manufacturer ) to get a new top for the BRW tri. Am obviously too tall and too FAT to do triathlons. HATE EVERYONE.
Hmmph. I am Athena, hear me sob pathetically and feel sorry for myself, I mean ROAAAAARRRR!
A rant: how stupid is the sizing when a strong healthy size 14 42 year old woman can't fit into a mens' XL? Should I be wearing a skintight midriff top with no bra coverage, or a cotton sack b/c I weigh more than 75kg? Well f#$% that, and f#$% them
The BRW triathlon is a hoot. 5000-plus Serious Corporate Types just oozing with Keen Competitiveness and Company Spirit (see you there Mark :P). It's a relay where each team member does the whole triathlon. This is the second time I've done the event; both times it's been as a last-minute fill-in! I'll be racing for my friend M, who is pregnant and forbidden to compete this summer. She promises to channel her her frustration positively by preparing a sensationally elaborate post-race picnic.
Uni starts this week. I've looked at my reading and assignment list. I AM PETRIFIED.
The dour tone and simple sentence construction of this post might be because I've given up soft drink for Lent and am missing the caffeine and sugar Big Time. It might not.
More anon, self-improvers!
Friday, February 27, 2009