Imagination doesn't just mean making things up. It means thinking things through, solving [problems] or hoping to do so, and being just distant enough to be able to laugh at things that are normally painful. [Some people] would call this escapism, but they would be be entirely wrong. I would call fantasy the most serious, and the most useful branch of writing there is.
--Diana Wynne Jones

Friday, May 28, 2010

Book-Winner for May and I become a Woman of Steel

Winner of May's book give-away: Anthy.

Congratulations, Anthy! You now own Rick Riordan's The Red Pyramid. Send your address to me at ejjube at gmail dot com and I'll get your book in the mail right away.

A bit of trivia: as of last Saturday, May 22, I am a Woman of Steel.

I have a gray rubber wrist band to prove it.

This was my second triathlon. It was an all-women race this time. 800 of us. I don't win, but I finish, and that's pretty good for someone like me. Let's just forget about all the women older than me who still beat me.

The stinky parts:

*It poured rain all during pre-race set-up and was so cold they canceled the swim and turned the tri into a bi (run-bike-run). I was mad about that. The swim was going to be my best leg and give me a head start. I am not a great runner.
*I had killer cramps during that first mile run--probably because of all the meat and fat from the Poly Plate I ate the day before. Lau Lau and triathon don't mix well. Just a bit of advice.
*The shirts they gave us were teeny. I had to give mine to my daughter.
*They wrote my age on my calf in some kind of super-indelible-never-come-off-until-you're-dead-and-maybe-even-later marker (I think they ordered it from Robert Munsch) and I can't scrub it away. 42! my leg screams. This woman of steel is forty-fetching-two years old!

The good parts:

*It didn't snow: the weather kindly waited until Monday for that.
*I finished and didn't die.
*My cramps went away on the bike.
*So did the rain.
*It was fun! I got to do it with my sister, who got second place in her age-group (yay, B!).
*I got a cool triathlon necklace out of it. And a gray rubber wristband that says I am a Woman of Steel.
*I don't feel guilty about all the chocolate chip cookies I've been eating. I think I deserve cookies.
*I can be lazy for awhile and blame it on post-race fatigue.
*It's over.

I think I'm going to take another nap. Even though the race was last week. I'm milking it, ok?


  1. Oh, cool, I won! I'm emailing you right now!

    Re the triathalon and indelible ink: You can tell anyone who asks that you're a big fan of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy? I'm glad you didn't die (not dying is always good), and you totally deserve many cookies. :-)

  2. Anthy: Oh, yes. My leg is the answer to all things. And thank you for banishing my guilt. I'll go eat another cookie.


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