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Want to see what people are saying about me behind my back? I know I do!
Don’t read it because I said so. Read it because Psychobitch told you to. For real.
I thought I had prepared for every eventuality. I was wrong.
In which the island boy Bubba-mon is schooled by a real Bubba …. and one other very unlikely person.
So cool — I got to guest post on Ann’s Running Commentary. Ann Brennan is a 44-year old triathlete training to complete her first Ironman, and the mother of two teenagers and an elementary-aged son. She is also a fabulous writer and powerful force in the triathlon community. And, she’s my dear friend, one of those I have never met IRL, but have loved from afar since Eric matched us up on Twitter two years ago.
Here’s a taste of my post, but please head over to her site to read the rest of, “Just keep me away from the mirrors, please.”
Let’s get one thing straight: I ain’t no spring chicken. Yes, I may wear the same clothing sizes, and, to the horror of my kids, the same “vintage” clothing at times, but I can’t rock a bikini quite the way I used to. Between the varicose veins, sun-creped skin, and spider-webbed eyes, there’s no place to look that doesn’t give away my age. But I’ve got bigger issues to worry about than thighs that wiggle and arms that waggle.
CLICK HERE for “Just keep me away from the mirror, please.”
Show me the guy who fears no evil because he’s the baddest dude in the valley of death, and the woman who climbs El Capitan before breakfast. You think they’refearless? Tougher than a Deca Ironman? I’d have to agree. But I think I did something scarier and tougher than either of them. Little old me. Miss forty-five-year-old can’t-do-no-better-than-a-half-ironman, me.
I risked everything for love.
Pish posh, you say. Love is easy. You can fall in love any night of the week, and fall back out in time to start over again by Sunday.
Well, yes, you can do that. It’s easy. But it isn’t love, and it isn’t risk-taking. I’m talking about love as an extreme sport, love with the loser put to death, love played with hearts ripped out of the chest and handed over at the beginning of the “match.”
Click here to read the rest of “Cliff Diving, Falling in Love, and Other Extreme Sports” on Beyond Limits Magazine.
Nausea, hives, and gripey tummy. No, I’m not sick. I just sent out 1600 announcements about my book release(s), asking for support. Now, I’m asking for yours, too. Please read this post, and learn more.
A reviewer is giving away a free Hot Flashes And Half Ironmans ebook! Awesomesauce.
Time to come to the aid of your friend/friendly neighborhood writer — me!