2010: The year of tiger racing to Bermuda.

Weight: Might start with a '2'. I really don't want to verify.
Today's activities: Nazi trainer came over and kicked my butt
Mood: Holy Crap
I'm a fatty. I weigh more right now than my husband does and that freaks me out because he has a beer belly. My knee hurts most days and my lower back is enveloped in what I like to call a 'belt of pain and suffering'. My chiro finds me charming and a little whine-y.

Some days, I've cried because of the state of my body. I used to be fit. Five years ago, I could run 5Kms like it was nothing. Now I can't make it up a flight of stairs without stopping. I'm beautiful, but I'm gross. And jiggly.

Next year is my 20 year reunion. And I'm freaked. I was the jock at school - in shape, on all the sports teams and always thrived when I was sweating under pressure. When I finished school, I traveled around the world. But I always wanted my own home. So I stopped and over the last five years, I've stopped travelling, found a home, a husband, furniture for said home, two very bad cats (Christmas Day Catnip disaster - a story for another time), and lots of really good, caring friends. When I stopped traveling, I stopped moving. It fell off my radar - I preferred the company of my husband to my headphones and a gym.

So I've committed to my friends to run this Bermuda Triangle Challenge in Jan of 2011 (yep, a year away). This freaking race is over three days in Bermuda; the first day is a 1 mile race (check - no problem). The second day is a 10km (okay, that's going to take some practice) and the third day is a half marathon (awesome - this is sounding better every minute). Oh ya, i'm sarcastic. This blog is going to be my outlet to complain, cry and sometimes brag about what I'm doing. Hopefully you'll find it entertaining, and hopefully a little bit inspirational.

My friend, Lily suggested we do this instead of going to our high school reunion. it's her fault ;) really.

I enlisted the help from my friend, CM, a crazy tri-athlete to help me. Little did I know how seriously CM would take this. In one day, I had a year's worth of races and little build ups plus she made me sign a contract. Apparently she's had enough of my crap. thank god. someone had to call me on my BS. She also made me tell everyone (She's figured out over the years that I do not like to fail in front of my peers). Jerk.

So now everyone knows and I can't let myself fail. AWESOME. Wish me luck.
oh and CM seems to think that Oprah will want to know about this, or even Ellen. We'll see - we'll let them fight over me when the time comes... (rolling my eyes)...

First day down. Waiting to see what's in store from CM tomorrow.