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Fall festivities

I really should change 3athletejen to something more appropriate. Maybe swimmerjen or yogajen. Or iheartpizzajen. Whatever.

Last weekend at master's practice, I was coerced into signing up for a swim meet. This will be my first meet in three years. The last meet I attended was a rude awakening. Apparently muscle memory does not apply to diving off a swim block. It was ugly and it hurt. My times were lackluster. Basically, it was a huge ego blow.

But I've been feeling a little competitive lately. I've also been feeling a desire to fit into my skinny jeans before the holidays. So voila! I signed up. My events are 100 IM, 200 IM, 50 fly, 100 back and 50 breast. It's not coincidental there are no free events. My fly is faster than my free, which is both a compliment and an insult. The meet is Nov. 6, so hopefully I will have good results to post. My goal is just not to be DAL.

I just realized Halloween is this weekend and I need to piece some sort of costume together. This is always stressful. You want a costume that's funny and witty, creative and current, and one that hopefully is attractive. (My freshman year of college I went to a fraternity party dressed as a giant beer bottle. It was a great costume and also horribly unflattering. All my sorority sisters were dressed as sexy witches/devils/PB bunnies and I was a big beverage. It sucked. Lesson learned.)

However, I just don't have the time and energy to come up with anything. My brain is fried. And BF wanted something that could incorporate his newly grown beard. I suggested Burl Ives, but was vetoed. Because I'm lazy we're going with Star Trek. (BF like sci-fi and I like things on sale. Win.) Keeping fingers crossed this isn't a disaster.







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