I'm starting to get nervous for the triathlon that's coming up on Labor Day. It would be so much better if I had someone doing it with me in my age category (40 and over) at the sprint distance who is at about the same skill level that I am (whimpy), just for the company. I have friends who are doing the race that are doing the Olympic distance so they will start at a different time. I'm excited but am having feelings similar to my friend, Bobbi, wondering what I've gotten myself into. I've been training here and there, so I'm more prepared than the last tri. The heat we've had here in Austin certainly hasn't been too helpful for the situation. It makes going outside and running or biking quite uncomfortable. I wish one of my sisters would come do the race with me! I even asked Julie to join me, and she said she would if I bought her plane ticket out here and I said I would. But then I looked at the triathlon online and the race is completely full and registration is closed. It has been for a while since it's a popular race. We'll see how it goes! I have nine more days to get ready. Seven hundred meter swim, 27 km bike, 5 km run, all at about 10 am on a 95 to 100 degree day. Fun, fun, fun! And I actually paid to do this?
I considered myself to be a decent cook and baker. However, candy making had been unchartered territory until I recently cracked the code of a favorite—chewy Texas Pecan Pralines. This culinary epiphany came only days before I left my home sweet home in Austin, Texas, to return to CU Boulder after an epic hiatus to wrap up my bachelor’s degree in journalism. When I was a little girl, I remember tasting heavenly, creamy homemade pralines, bursting with pecans, handcrafted with love by my mom. She only whipped them up a few times, but I just couldn’t get the memory of those buttery, sugary treats out of my head. They were that good. I asked her if she still had the recipe, but I knew it would be hopeless since my mom wasn’t one for keeping track of her down-home style cooking. I married my college sweetheart, a guy with the same first name as me, and began teaching myself to cook. Becoming “Kelly Times Two” was amazing, and I had ...
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Me, I'd just as soon go to my grave before I did something like that :) OK, my knees have given up on me in the past 18 months so just climbing stairs or even just getting in and out of my car bothers them.
I'm looking forward to reading about your experience though. You'll do great!