The most challenging part of the Tri for both of us would be the swimming. We both had numerous swimming lessons as kids, and the only thing I remember about it was that it was early on Saturday mornings and it was cold. Basically I hated it. Cathy told me to get goggles and silicone ear plugs, so I stopped at the local sporting goods store, where a former swimmer helped me pick out a few things.
Tuesday:
Text from Cathy to me: Goggle malfunction, "Grandpa" at the pool said "you must be a beginner."
Text from Me to Cathy: "Goggles = success, Earplugs = failure, Headline: Woman does dog paddle for triathalon.
Thursday:
I chuckled to myself as I texted Cathy a picture of me in the locker room wearing my swim cap and goggles entitled, "conehead on crack". Which I later found out went to a male colleague of hers whom her company had mistakenly assigned her cell number, and all of her calls and texts were diverted for a few days. Go me!
Tuesday:
Text from Cathy to me: Goggle malfunction, "Grandpa" at the pool said "you must be a beginner."
Text from Me to Cathy: "Goggles = success, Earplugs = failure, Headline: Woman does dog paddle for triathalon.
Thursday:
I chuckled to myself as I texted Cathy a picture of me in the locker room wearing my swim cap and goggles entitled, "conehead on crack". Which I later found out went to a male colleague of hers whom her company had mistakenly assigned her cell number, and all of her calls and texts were diverted for a few days. Go me!
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