After some cajoling and Jedi mind tricks, I convinced Wendy that the smartest, rightest thing to do this year, is for me to sign up for the Pumpkinman Full Triathlon. With Wendy’s reluctant (but supportive) permission, I signed up. So far, it’s just like any other race. I sign up, tell them I want an XL shirt, get a receipt. Pretty easy, this Pumpkinman.
PS: For those of you new to the world of triathlon, a full triathlon is approximately twice the distance of a half triathlon. And for those of you who remember my 1/2 experience, all I can say is- I REALLY DON’T KNOW.
This morning, I sat down and did what my parents must have done, quite a few times for me, as a kid. I wrote a primary talk.
I used small words that even I could understand. Reagan and I went over it a couple of times. I think she likes it. We were shooting for a 1 minute talk, so I think we’re pretty close. Reagan really enjoyed going over it.
A couple of nights ago, we were eating dinner as a nuclear family. Roxie mentioned that she was hungry. I turned to her, with my Trademark Straight Face™ and told her that I was going to “eat all of the cookies, the ice cream, the macaroni and cheese, the applesauce…”, etc. She broke into tears, crying at the prospect of not being able to ever eat, again.
To be sure, this is not what I expected. My normally killer-humor instinct hadn’t been calibrated and, as such, I’d broken my daughter’s heart.
A couple of things about this: How cute is Roxie and how cool is it that she takes my word for The Gospel? I’m going to have to be careful what I say around her, until she gets her humor bearings about her. That kid trusts me- that’s for sure.
It makes me happy that I’ve been able to watch so many of the games, this year. Sharks won in OT with only a few seconds left. The team is winning in closer battles, which has required a more consistent game.
Tomorrow, the Sharks play the Calgary Flames. Go, Sharks.