Lazy

That would be me the past 2 days. It's 30 something degrees, my bed is really warm so I don't want to get out of it, and I like doing other things.

Last night was a DC Tri Club happy hour and it was good to catch up with people. It does throw me off a bit when people say they 'talk about me' to others. Yes, I did the Ironman and L-O-V-E talking about it, especially at the seminar for the Club. I also love the fact that I can tell people if you really want it, are dedicated, you can also be an Ironman. I mean really, if I can, anyone can. But, I still get a bit embarrassed when I find out people talk about me.

When I got home last night, I got sucked into You Tube and watched a bunch of Ironman videos. I start to think about what I did, how far 140.6 miles really is, and I still can't wrap my head around it. I think I earned my laziness for a tad bit longer...

Rambling.

Oh, but for some reason, I searched 140.6 and the first thing to come up on Google was the Urban Dictionary definition.

140.6
Popping up like weeds recently on little white bumperstickers belonging to egotistical masochists, this number represents the number of miles triathletes traverse in their feat of insanity. (For the mathematically challenged, that's swimming 2.4 miles, biking 112 miles, and running 26.2).

Funny. And no, Marcus does not have one. OR a 70.3, 26.2, 13.1 or 4.4 (the Bay Swim)