Have I mentioned what a spaz I am? I may be an only one kidney girl, and I may be a triathlon girl, but more than anything I’m truly a spaz girl in just about everything I do. It’s sort of my signature 🙂
I’m especially a spaz on my bike. I’d love to be able to handle my bike as well as my husband handles his, but no. I’m a clutz. I don’t crash all the time or anything. But I have been known to just fall over … for no apparent reason. And don’t even ask me to take a tight corner. No, I’ll be the one who gets off her bike to turn around, thank you. I’m just saving us all a moment of embarrassment. Sometimes, I do stupid things like ride out into the lane of traffic, giving a bad name to cyclists everywhere. One time recently I even found myself in the middle of an intersection, thinking I had a green arrow on a left turn, but It was just a green light & I was supposed to yield. So I did, but I was already in the way. The driver just looked at me with astonishment and let me turn. I’ve been lucky with that. No one has hit me or been seriously rude to me during these blunders. But I’m sure my luck will run out if I don’t get my spazziness under control.
It doesn’t end there either. Although I’m a pretty strong swimmer, my swimming ain’t pretty. Watch me from overhead, and I look like Seinfeld’s Elaine dancing. I know this because my husband videotaped me at the pool. I was horrified when I saw it. In my mind, I’m swimming like Michael Phelps, but not in reality. Oh well, triathlon is not a beauty contest, thank goodness!
I think my running looks okay, but I really don’t know. I’m afraid to find out. Have you ever been in a race and seen some crazy running gaits? I have to look away. Some people run in a very awkward way. It’s almost painful to watch. I hope I don’t run like that.
I’m not really sure what my point is in writing this blog entry. I guess I just wanted to make sure that if you are reading my blog, you really know what you are dealing with. Full disclosure and all that. This way, if you see me in a race, in all my spazzy glory, you’ll be able to say, “Hey, I bet that’s Ookgirl.” 🙂
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