Anyway, I competed in my last triathlon of the season yesterday -- the Nation's Tri. Only it wasn't a complete tri because a storm the night before had affected a waste treatment plant near the Potomac River (where we were to swim), dumping sewage into the water, so the swim portIon was canceled.
But I am happy to report I finished second in my age group and my legs have just about recovered from the 25 mile bike and the 10k.
Offers of massage welcomed.
This, by the way, is my sneaky approach to see if you actually read what I write ........ so please do excuse my mirth.
Next -- a new request. Men, if you write to me (well, if you actually compose something and/or if you send me what I call a form letter) and I write back saying "no thanks, I'm going to pass," please read what I write. And please don't respond to "no thanks" with "so glad to hear back from you ... can't wait to get to know you better."
And a reiteration of my old plea. Men, if I write to you and you have zero interest in me or anything I've written about, please be courteous enough to write back saying "no thanks." And if you're not going to do that, I suggest you delete from your profile where you say "I will absolutely answer every e-mail I receive."
And we now return you to our regularly scheduled, um, text.
Triathlete. Yes indeedy.
Once -- and future -- criminologist.
Actress. Well, "actor." We're all apparently politically correct now. Only comedy, though. Prefer the stage. Of late, and this barely fits here, an extra on House of Cards.
Sister, daughter, friend, and one of the world's best aunts.
Lover. Um, I'm thinking this requires no explanation.
Book reader. Mysteries, spy stuff. Adding non-fiction.
Nearly non-TV watcher.
Cannot abide dull and boring. Those qualities -- and I use the word very lightly -- rank right up there as things I abhor -- but still fall underneath -- bullies.