YOU'RE GONNA GET HOSED!

So sayeth Slug Brother* to me this weekend, in reference to the upcoming triathlon.

Last night Edelweiss and I met Slug, his GF and a few others out at Flannigan's. We were sitting in there, listening to Soccer Mullet simultaneously serenade the bar patrons with Irish drinking songs and scold Edelweiss for improper Guiness drinking form. In between verses and laughing, we were all able to talk about our upcoming race. Only Slug and I are racing, but everyone else was in on the conversation.

First, The Mack leaned in to me and whispered "Your brother is training for the race, he told me not to tell you." I nearly died laughing because I've been threatening our friend SuperCool not to say anything to Slug about the fact that I am training, too! (But then, Super MOM did mention to Slug that I had joined a tri club here in Denver... giving him insider info...)

And now everyone's getting in on the action. Car Guy is letting me borrow his bike for the race. (Which I must say, is really awesome of him to do, so Car Guy if you read this, THANK YOU!) SuperCool and our Aunt J have already placed bets on who is going to win. Edelweiss gave me her blessing to miss her bachelorette party for this thing. Everyone wants to come watch the race. The Mack is giving me swim tips and telling Slug he should be scared. Slug's girlfriend wants to make tshirts... this is already this side of ridiculous and we've got 6 weeks to go!

But I am *SO* excited about it. I have no idea which of us will win (though I'd bet on ME!) but whatever the outcome is, it is going to be a good fight and I'm bringing my garden hose... I think I'm gonna be using it on Slug!! ;)

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* Slug Brother is not *actually* a Slug. I mean slug like the bullets. He's pretty industrious and active, not at all garden-slug like. ;)