Tri Time

So, a bit of back and forth but still haven't heard from my doc today. I am going to bite my tongue and give him the benefit of the doubt but am prepared to unleash the fury if I don't get answers I am looking for tomorrow. Another example of our not-so-great medical system. I'm feeling optimistic bu still want to understand exactly what "no uptake to the thyroid bed" means. Note I still have a neck CT and MRI scheduled for next Friday.

Between work and the health stuff it's been a crazy week. I got home tonight from LA, looked at my calender and realized -- I have a triathlon on Saturday! Holyfreaking cow. While it is *only* a sprint distance race, I can't articulate how out of shape I am at the moment. I'm certain I will finish, even if it involves walking, but damn - I'm not really feeling ready physically, though I am kind of stoked to be out there racing (I use the term loosely) again.

My goal for this race is simple: don't finish last. But even if I do, screw it: finishing a tri of any distance inside 30 days of being massively hypo is somewhat a feat in and of itself. Or at least that's the excuse I am using for what's sure to be a somewhat dismal performance. Anyway, in the grand scheme of things - whatever. I've learned the race is not about finishing time, but simply the manner in which you finish.

Stay tuned for a weekend race report and ladies -- be prepared for the possibility of pictures of yours truly in lycra.

(Ps. My boy Dave M is still in town and sends a big shout out to y'all. We're taking the day off tomorow and planning a boy's day. Details to follow on this too)