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TRIMAMA: November 2008
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Monday, November 24, 2008. Ironman;it's supposed to be fun. I'm standing in the town home hot tub re warming myself after icing my legs in the pool, realizing I'm returning home to the Tribe in full Holiday mode. There won't be time for posting, so while it's still vacation, here goes. Breakfast went down a little hard as it always does on a big race morning and we were off in the beautiful pre dawn of Tempe. Whew Into the wetsuit, one last bear hug from Tac and it was time to go to the water. And then a...
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TRIMAMA: December 2008
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Sunday, December 21, 2008. Oh yea, it. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A new decade, a new take on life, richly supported by the 40's of the Greatest Book ever written. Psalm 40 being the favorite at the time. Waiting patiently; the essence of life. View my complete profile. The 70.3 super machine Rob. Trisaratops (in spirit of course). Zee rest of the crew.french because I want it last. Peeps that survived The Tribe. Steve in a Speedo (I covered their eyes). Blogs I read and Bloggers I want to meet.
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TRIMAMA: May 2008
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Saturday, May 24, 2008. Well, Al didn't drown. He actually bought a training pack, so it will be back to the pool with the hopes that my lip enunciation will be sufficient. Did I mention Al speaks only broken english. Shows how articulate Trimama truly is; I am wicked at charades though. I rode most of the time with Jumper. That includes the water temperature. You won't hear a single murmur out me about 52 degree water. Not a peep. My lips will be chattering too hard to say anything at all. I want to com...
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TRIMAMA: Ironman one week out
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Sunday, November 16, 2008. Ironman one week out. And that is explanation point worthy. We arrive in Arizona on Thursday, looking forward to seeing Commodore et al, Momo, Fe Lady (perhaps) and many others. Shoot us an email so we know who to look for and contact with dinner plans etc. We have a pool and plan to use it accordingly-especially Monday after the race. Until then.(how wonderful, a string of periods that says precisely what I mean). Looks like all 2 of us are here. Good luck in Tempe Trimama!
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TRIMAMA: April 2009
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Sunday, April 19, 2009. Mom, what was your favorite part of puberty? Hmm, when it ended? We are, as ever, a busy household with Soccer/Rugby, Soccer, Fencing and Soccer. And golf! So, there it is, a long overdue post made possible by the fervent request of the two most likely to want to peek inside the Trimama brain and the two most likely to wash an extra pile of dishes to make it possible. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. The 70.3 super machine Rob. Trisaratops (in spirit of course).
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TRIMAMA: Oh yea, it
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Sunday, December 21, 2008. Oh yea, it. Hmmm you always were sort of enigmatic. TriBoomer a.k.a. Brian. A woman of few words. Yep, that would be, it. Merry Christmas to you, Brian and your kids! Happy Christmas to you and everyone! Ummm, I don't know what to say. Hope "it" was as good as it ever was. :). IT must be the Polar bear swim or whatever you guys call it there. WE WANT A REPORT AND PICTURES PLEASE! Thanks and happy new year! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Oh yea, it.
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TRIMAMA: Hey mom, do I have hot lunch today?
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Saturday, February 07, 2009. Hey mom, do I have hot lunch today? Oh, man I could have slept in. Exactly how long does it take to pack a sack lunch? It apparently takes substantial "sleep- in" time. How wonderful to have the perception of time of an 8 year-old. What else are pockets for, if not to serve as a bio-waste repository? It’s days like these that moms just need to grab a snow shovel and attack the icy world. The snow veritably melting away peavance, when the neighbor kid happened along. There wil...
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TRIMAMA: September 2008
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Sunday, September 28, 2008. Fe Lady asks, and Fe Lady gets. There is nothing quite like an IM training- huge omelet (with mushrooms, feta, scallions and Gruyere with a side of hash browns topped with home made salsa)-beer- induced Sunday nap. aaaawwwww. Just enough exhaustion to ignore the pile of clothes waiting to be folded, the dishes that need to be washed and . Training for a second Ironman is mentally so much easier. There is no wondering, can I do this? She was right at 61ish this past Friday.
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TRIMAMA: Ironman;it's supposed to be fun
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Monday, November 24, 2008. Ironman;it's supposed to be fun. I'm standing in the town home hot tub re warming myself after icing my legs in the pool, realizing I'm returning home to the Tribe in full Holiday mode. There won't be time for posting, so while it's still vacation, here goes. Breakfast went down a little hard as it always does on a big race morning and we were off in the beautiful pre dawn of Tempe. Whew Into the wetsuit, one last bear hug from Tac and it was time to go to the water. And then a...
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TRIMAMA: August 2008
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Monday, August 04, 2008. My baby is growing up. And one final note (because I am still getting over whatever ill bacteria inhabited my gut during Saturday's lake swim-please God, send rain! Tac and I are enjoying the sounds of summer on the front step, kids playing, cicadias buzzing, cold beer in hand (which only makes a sound if you slurp, or burb), and whatever new application Tac is playing on his 3G. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. The 70.3 super machine Rob. On My Bedside Table.
