For Jenn, with whom I’ve often laughed till I peed a little and who loves this story. “Bikes are good to go. We better hit the road, lady cakes. We’re pushing it.” “On it,” my sis said, detaching from ample breast her milk-drunk five-month-old, handing babe to husband, and grabbing her running shoes.
Oh my gosh, I just re-read this and LOL'ed and I'm still giggling now! I recall my asking you more than a couple of times to, "Tell it again!" I love this story and your "jumping in" joie de vivre! - “Feel free to swim over top of me,” I called back unnecessarily as the gun went off." - and - "“That’s faster than Michael Phelps,” he quipped." make me continue to laugh! Oh lawd, thank you for this!
Thank you, my friend!! I think I tell it way better than I wrote it. And I so appreciate how much you enjoy it. Thanks for being one of the keepers of the stories of my life, dear friend. What more can we ask of our people? Big love! 🤿
The mistaken measurements of the pool/swim time is fantastic. I’m sure it was embarrassing at the time, but it makes for such a funny story now.
And as always your writing was wonderful, I found it so engaging that I got completely lost in the story.
Below are a few lines, I really enjoyed:
“We, from the locker room and into our vision, through a chlorine-drenched, muggy haze, they—a sea of black triathlon suits stretched in a line so well ordered you couldn’t help but envision toppling the head.”
“flexed polyestered calves,”
“Clad in the only swimwear I had with me—my sea-foam green / sparkly gold starred bikini, with three matching plastic stars, one at each hip and the third between my breasts—I held my head high and walked steadily past the row of black-clad dominos.” — that was hilarious
“his attempt to hide his schadenfreude winning no Oscar,”
And I’m not sure if it’s really a talisman, but I have this little figurine that McDonalds gave away in Happy Meals in the late 80s. (Its a guy with a crescent moon for a head.) I wasn’t even born in the 80s but I found it years ago and I’ve kept it in my car ever since. I call him - “Mooney”
Incredible story! Love it!!
Oh my gosh, I just re-read this and LOL'ed and I'm still giggling now! I recall my asking you more than a couple of times to, "Tell it again!" I love this story and your "jumping in" joie de vivre! - “Feel free to swim over top of me,” I called back unnecessarily as the gun went off." - and - "“That’s faster than Michael Phelps,” he quipped." make me continue to laugh! Oh lawd, thank you for this!
Thank you, my friend!! I think I tell it way better than I wrote it. And I so appreciate how much you enjoy it. Thanks for being one of the keepers of the stories of my life, dear friend. What more can we ask of our people? Big love! 🤿
Holly this was great!
The mistaken measurements of the pool/swim time is fantastic. I’m sure it was embarrassing at the time, but it makes for such a funny story now.
And as always your writing was wonderful, I found it so engaging that I got completely lost in the story.
Below are a few lines, I really enjoyed:
“We, from the locker room and into our vision, through a chlorine-drenched, muggy haze, they—a sea of black triathlon suits stretched in a line so well ordered you couldn’t help but envision toppling the head.”
“flexed polyestered calves,”
“Clad in the only swimwear I had with me—my sea-foam green / sparkly gold starred bikini, with three matching plastic stars, one at each hip and the third between my breasts—I held my head high and walked steadily past the row of black-clad dominos.” — that was hilarious
“his attempt to hide his schadenfreude winning no Oscar,”
And I’m not sure if it’s really a talisman, but I have this little figurine that McDonalds gave away in Happy Meals in the late 80s. (Its a guy with a crescent moon for a head.) I wasn’t even born in the 80s but I found it years ago and I’ve kept it in my car ever since. I call him - “Mooney”
I love that story! The best part of it is that the two of you went through with the race and you have a great memory to relive and share !!!😂👍🏻❤️❤️