This morning, I went on a measly short run, after hitting the job search hard.
I've already got some calls back, so hitting the job search hard is going well again, for the moment.
I am a pretty terrible runner. But I'm great and swimming, and not bad at biking.
So I've decided to do a triathlon! The Hickory Nut Gorge sprint triathlon (meaning, short) in fact.
That's right folks, I'm giving myself until August 28th to shape up. I'm not really out of shape--because I bike 16 miles to and from work every couple of days and swim like, 2 miles once a week. I'll need to improve on my ability to run without feeling like I'm gonna vomit. And I'm not really excited about the sprint nature of this nor sprinting--being someone who withers rather than flourishes under direct athletic competition.
But next time somebody looks at me and assumes a 90 pound weakling, I can tell them that for their information I lead climb, bike 8 miles to work, and do triathlons.
So I'd better go on another run, then.