A Warm-up...

Hey there Sportsfans! As it's late and I need to get up way too early on a Saturday morning to cheer a few friends racing the local Mulletman Sprint Triathlon, this post is just a warm-up, a taste of what's to come...

(And NO, Mullet is NOT in reference to the awful 80s hair style. It's the fish. For real. Last year when I raced this exact race, I showed up expecting to find a bunch of race directors and race supporters/staff all sporting mullet-style wigs. Boy - I was surprised when I learned it was in reference to the fish. Yes, there IS a fish called The Mullet Fish. The awards - pottery fish mounted on driftwood - support the fact. Pretty neat, actually. And this time of year, the race is run in conjunction with the local Mullet Festival. Which - if you're still following me - means that there is MORE than just one "local" Mullet Festival across the country. Because why would it be called "local" if it was the only one out there? Yeah. Confusing, and scary.)

They should just stick with, "all business in the front, party in the back."

FYI, I'm talking about the fish, not the race.

Anyway, as I'm getting up at the ripe hour of 5:20 am, I'm off to bed a tad earlier than usual. So no late-night post tonight.

However, just a little clue about what's in store....

This is what I was wearing pre-power walk today.
(And another FYI, I had to take this shot of myself by myself - in the bathroom mirror. Nathaniel was off getting ready to fly his helicopters. SO it was just me and The House Monster. And she doesen't do cameras. So yes, please be patient with the flash.)

And post power-walk, this is how I looked.
(This was post shower, as I don't make a habit of walking around with a towel around my head. Unless I'm Bear Grylls - a wilderness expert on the Discovery Channel - who, while crossing the Austrailian Outback, put his boxer shorts over his head to provide cover from the sunlight. And then he drank his own pee, because he had no water. Yuck. But in either case, I can never claim to have ever walked around the wilderness with my underwear on my head. And I certainly haven't EVER drank my own pee (the pool does NOT count - its cholirnated, and I don't drink pool water - for all you naysayers out there). That would be plain gross. Disgusting. And wrong. And if so, we would have much more serious problems than Mullet fish vs Mullet hairstyle confusion.)

Back to the subject at hand.

Can you spot any similarities in the picture? Yes - in the second, The House Monster can be spied on her new Kitty Scratch pad, courtesy of her Grandma Zora. But that doesen't count. (Lelia, that was for you!) Otherwise...

Holy Ultility Belt Batman! Errrr I mean Fuel Belt Batman!

To be continued...

Good luck to all who are racing this weekend. Donna and Ryan at the Mullet Man, along with any other local folks.... Also - GO NESS GO! Anyone else? Any takers? At all? Leslie, Eric and Amber R- you guys up for another IM??? :) Er, perhaps not. Remember, as ELF says: No major or life-altering decisions 4 weeks after an IM. (Exnay on the finances, kids, pets... that kind of stuff. And especially, don't sign up for any races!) Good luck, safe racing and training, and have fun to all this weekend!