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Welcome to my often entertaining, sometimes pathetic life...

I'm late to the blogging party. Extremely late. As a writer, this is inexcusable. And it's not for lack of material. My single, triathlon-style life is interesting and amusing. (At least to my married friends. Or maybe they're faking it. Hmm.) So here we go.

The name 3athletejen is a bit misleading, as I haven't raced since Ironman Florida 2007. Still swim, bike and run. Just haven't broke the tape in a while. Hoping the competitive urge resurfaces soon. And that I recognize it. It might well be ignored for a cold glass of pinot grigio and the chance to sleep in on a Saturday.

Truth by told, my dating stories are far more entertaining. Names will be changed to protect the innocent. Unless someone really pissed me off. Then social security numbers will be included.


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  1. UnknownMay 20, 2009 at 1:46 PM

    Hey, don't knock the pinot and sleeping in on Saturdays, it works for me. :-) That is, if making it to my 8:00 tee time is still considered sleeping in. Anyway, curious to hear about bad date 1.1.

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