I don't even know what a triathlete is anymore....

Seriously. It's been about a month since my bike and I have bonded. It's been about a month since I've been surrounded by water. The only thing I have been doing intermittantly is running.

I ran the Inaugural Rock 'n Roll San Jose Half Marathon recently and loved it. The RNR people have totally got their stuff together. My expectations for every future race I do is at a level that is damn near unreachable for any other race org. They have every single detail thought out. They handed out little salt packets when you enter your corral before the start. I mean...who thinks of this stuff?? They even had the option of ordering a video clip of the race that includes me running through the finish line. I'm in the red cap sprinting to the finish:) Now I want that at every race!

I just had my hair dyed red and spent so hundreds of dollars on it that I won't dare put one little finger or toe in the chlorinated water to swim. That's going to have to wait until the hair has faded to it's normal shade of blonde. And isn't it sad when your triathlon life is put on hold in the name of red/violet #3? My last tri was in February - I turned duathlete in June when I raced with Sheri at Mermaid. She stayed true to her triathlete roots and I wimped out and did the du. But it was fun nonetheless and I thought I wanted to do more, but never found the time. Then I found the need to be girly.

Triathlon....I'll be back to you eventually. Perhaps for Wildflower in 2007 because I need a certain amount of masochism in my life:) Until then, my hair will take it's turn in the spotlight for the winter.