I’m gonna die.

If you are reading this and have any desire to marry me, then you may want to beg me not to do this triathlon.

I did the half mile in open water today. I almost died. “Court, you okay?” was asked probably more then I could respond. Huff, huff, puff, puff, y—–e—-sss more ragged breaths coming out.

I haven’t swam since beginning of June and that was in a pool.

I had to put a stinking ear plug in my ear ’cause of the lovely ear infection. Oh, I didn’t have a wet suit on. The water was a bit chilly but then I got warmed up.

But, I did it. I have to do it more before the death day.

I know I can do the 5k.

The biking? I dunno.

The swimming, I might as well pass out.

My sister who has done one before says that the person we planned triathlon obviously never did one because swimming then biking and then running is freaking nuts.

So, I am offically nuts in the non-stalker, non-creepy way despite what some of you may say. Just the nuts in a way that I want to “kill” myself.

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