Attention elsewhere…

I know I have not written here in a really long time, over a year in fact, bummer man. You see, I had to finish my Ph.D. and all that stuff. Then I started martial arts, specifically Jeet Kune Do (JKD, to you bub, which is Bruce Lee’s martial arts btw…), at Syracuse Martial Arts Academy. AND THEN I got a sewing machine (from here: to fulfill all my creative desires, and so here I am, a nerd, totally doing things that are not physics…at all.


WOT. (from joystiq)

In December 2012 I started to read Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time , WOT henceforth, and seriously have read only a few other books.


I read the first 10 books straight through, which were no joke 800 pages each, on average. Then I took a break and read some crappy romance novels, which I LOVED, and now have since started the WOT up again. I’m on book 13 of 14 books! HOLY MOTHER! I’ve spent literally 1 year and 4 months or so reading this and I’m almost done. That’s a lot of time and pages. Anyway, the point here is that in the book there are several super cool characters and one, who I love, Moiraine Damored. She is just too cool. She’s a good woman. Whereas, some other cool characters, like Moghedien or Semirhage or Lanfear are kind of cool, but they are scary-a$$ villains. Really going creepy and psycho sometimes, hence why we love to hate them. They are just bad people.

Also, some backstory, I’ve been afraid to make clothing. I know, it’s silly. I made a tank top successfully, really successfully, it’s beautiful. I love it. But it’s made with crap polyester Joann fabric. Then I tried to make the same pattern also with crap Joann fabric, and it completely ripped, and not in the middle of making it. AT THE END. I spent over 4 hours making this thing, and I was testing out wear by stretching it and the DAMN THING RIPPED in many places. So I forbid to buy cheap fabric or any fabric at all from Joann, foreverrr! I do wrap that experience up to be just that, experience. I learned some more tips and gained something from that. So it wasn’t a total waste. Also to really emphasize and teach myself proper sewing, I’ve been sewing a lot of bags and small projects (pillows, zipper bags…etc). They come out fabulous, more and more professional each day, so thats great. I want to make some pants, but that scares me a little bit. PLUS, apparel fabric is not really sold around this area, Syracuse, at all. I’d have to buy it all online or take a trip to NYC to visit MOOD (NO PROBLEM 😉 ).

OKAY, so the point, finally, is that I decided to go ahead, take the plunge and make a dress!! Not just ANY dress either, a medieval dress for a Moiraine cosplay/Halloween/masquerade thing? I don’t know. I’m hesitant to call it cosplay, lest I be taken for a REAL nerd, but honestly, I don’t give a shit. I think it’s awesome.

So I’ve decided I’m going to do the MOOD thing, and check OUT THESE COLORS. It has to be a nice deep royal or sea blue. Look at these colors again. Seriously. I was to fall into them and squish around. The 3rd one in, Silk Crepe de Chine. It’s $18  a yard so obviously, when I get a job I’d buy it.

Luscious luscious fabric.

Luscious luscious fabric.


I’m going to make a muslin first, I have that already though. The pattern is this Simplicity 1487 in size 16, view B here, but in directions it’s view C. I think they messed it up. In fact, I should email this lady who wrote it up.

View B lady looks pissed.

View B lady looks pissed.

I’m sure I need to make some fitting adjustments, because the measurements are not spot on. Either way, this is going to be fun!!!

Updates to come! 😀


Positivity is better

I’m trying to be positive these days, just generally more positive. I tried yesterday and was mostly successful, until later in the day when I was being pretty negative. Booo! Stop it!

I’m listening to Cut Copy’s “Take Me Over” off their album Zonoscope, and it’s just so cute and happy and lovely and it makes me bob my head (a really good sign!). Reminds me of a old Fleetwood Mac song actually! Anyway, it’s nice and happy, but the point is that the first few lyrics really just spoke to me:

“Do you hear the voice inside your head
Whispering to live your dreams instead”

I dream of being happy and positive, always. I am willing to try harder, or just period! 🙂

Also another artist I am enjoying now is Caro Emerald. I can’t say enough that her music is just reallllly upbeat and so happy!

I think I have to give up my Depeche Mode and just keep the happy music pumping. It makes me feel good and *want* to be positive. That’s the more important part I think.



Taking a break

Yes I dropped off the face of the blog-o-sphere. Sorry kids.

I’ve been training in a sense, still, but things aren’t going as planned. Number 1: I hurt my left shoulder pretty badly a while ago, doing what, I do not know! I think probably lifting weights at some point or rock climbing, a new found awesome sport. To say the least, I’m pissed. I was just starting to improve quite rapidly in my climbing abilities, more of the slanties and less of the straight wall. More finger dexterity and strength and less painful raw hands. It’s sad. However I am not even able to swim without pain when I execute the pull in freestyle. So, with that I’ve made the decision to take time off of triathlon. I will be volunteering my heart out as well as running hard and biking like a demon! That might mean a duathlon or 2…but I really am not in the competing mood. Probably my current situation…

In fact, I’ve been doing some training at the downtown Syracuse YMCA on Sundays, called “The Ironman Sessions” on a computrainer. They are almost every other week on Sundays for a few hours, for about 6 weeks. The last grueling one (prior to this past Sunday) was 3 hours and I was toast. This past Sunday – yesterday – was only 2, but it was a work out!! Serious. no joke stuff. The Computrainer thing is cool, it’s like a regular trainer, but better since you are hooked up to a computer and you get all your stats instantly. It also makes 3 hours go by like it’s nothing. Really. I know.

Usually during these sessions, Sam (our fearless leader) loads an IM course (we’ve done Kona twice) and we peddle for 2-3 hours, while the computer/computrainers do the rest. The system records your instantaneous power output, average power output, speed, average speed, heart rate, average heart rate, cadence, average cadence…you get the idea. So I’ve been averaging on that course like 13.5mph and 95 Watts, which is weeeaak! This past Sunday I averaged ~1.6 Watts/kg. This is why I am doing these sessions, because I can’t ride fast or output high power. I am pretty weak in cycling and really hope this helps me improve. Despite it being really cool to have all these stats available, I cannot wait to get outside! The snows really need to go away (and J and I need to move to a warmer place — this is crazy cold!!). However I haven’t really enjoyed biking as much as I can, I think. This is because every time I sit on my saddle it’s the worst experience ever. The saddle is horrible, and my knees want to dislocate after  2 hours of working at those peddles. It’s horrible. I don’t even want to ride this thing! This leads me to believe that I need a new bike fit, which is between 100-300 dollars! Plus all the additional stuff added on if I need something, for example a new saddle and some tri-bars!

I still enjoy tri a lot, I’m just not in the mood right now for anything really dedicated. I guess it’s my mental cycle right now. I really don’t know. I think the thesis-ing is really blowing all my dedication out of my system. It’s sucking my soul our through my eyeballs.

Just a few months and then I can be on my way I think….just a fewwww mooore months…

Back to it! Chop chop!

Hi all my 2 readers! 🙂

After the annecy triathlon I decided I deserved some time off, and also I was on shift at the pit for 6 straight days with totally crazy hours (departure from the normal 9-5 working, I mean).

Soooo this means I haven’t done too much in the last 2 weeks, exercise-wise. I ran 2 times and swam 1 time. Apparently I don’t want to talk to my bike right now. Weird, I didn’t know we were in a fight, but I do kind of give her looks when I pass her by to enter the apartment. Mainly it’s because she has gel pack pieces still taped to the handlebars and I don’t like it but am far too lazy to remove them.

However!!! J and I have finally (FINALLY) made a plan for this week regarding exercise practices.

Note: I think I like this term better, “practices”, as opposed to “workout”, feels like it’s a build up for something truly great!

Our plan is the following:

  • Monday: AM Run, PM Swim (A only)
  • Tuesday: PM Bike ride
  • Wednesday: AM Run, PM Swim (A only)
  • Thursday: PM Bike ride
  • Friday: AM Run (J only), PM Swim (both)
  • Saturday: Off!! PARTY!
  • Sunday: Long Bike ride (2+ hours)

Well, Monday morning run didn’t happen (they usually don’t, I am the laziest mofo there ever was), so we ran in the evening. It went very nicely actually. We warmed up with 0.6 miles (distance to our loop in Vesegnin), dropped our water bottle off at a tree at the start of the loop to use it later. Then we did 4 x 30 second accelerations with 30 seconds rest in between each.  We finished one lap and took a 1 minute break to drink water and eat chewy energy bite thingies (loop 1 time: 22 minutes, 4 seconds).  Took off again and I decided I would try to hold a much faster pace for a few minutes. Well, I ended up running for 5 minutes at a verrrry fast pace (pour moi) and basically disappeared from J, which is SO COOOOOOL. I felt great, I was huffing, but it was really good to push myself beyond what I normally do.

We finished up the next lap with 22 minutes and 6 seconds. Way to go consistency! Then I decided I’d have enough, so we walked the rest of the way home, ~20 minutes for that. Walking is so slow… 🙂

I’ve also decided that I will do at least 1 plank after every practice I do, as well as as many push ups I can muster. Well I did 2 planks, both 30 seconds long, one on my front and one on the back. Then I did 15 pushups! YEAAAH!   J did 10 push ups, I did more just because I’m a nutcase…don’t worry.

We’ll see how the bike ride goes tonight! Maybe we’ll do the Echenevex loop or climb to Gex and then just fly back down, but I loathe the road outside CMS and into Versonnex, it’s so gravelly!

Triathlon D’Annecy 2012 Race Report

Fabulousness!! This is my best race to date! Excellent! It was just a really great time. So many smiling faces, worried ones too, exciting folks, great energy from the crowd, lots of support.

I had such a good time. Of course I was freaking out at the time, making sure everything was setup right, getting in the insane line to check in with my bike, parking.. all that business. It was awesome though.

It really started on Saturday when we drove to Annecy to pick up my dossard (bib) and other stuff. It was hot as satan’s balls out that day. I thought I was going to die, and I thought I would quit the race if the next day was going to be that hot. It was a nightmare. We got there and had to park up by the Chateau on a large hill in the old town because we arrived at peak tourist time. I was freaking because I didn’t want to expend too much energy lest I use it all before the race (really, ali? what is wrong with me?).

We made our way to the tents right by the mouth of the lake and got all my stuff sorted. Turns out, I was number 7! Can you believe it! In the US, only Professionals get low numbers, so being #7 was very cool! This will be my one and only shot at having a low number! Suuuper cool! I felt special. They gave us a black Scott sponsored bag with all the numbers and business in it. Then proceeded to get my 25th anniversary “gift”. It was a bike jersey! and in a women’s small! A WOMEN’S SMALL! That means it fits! Not a generic t-shirt that I’ll have to give to J because it’s really for dudes. I was so impressed. Plus, it’s cuuuute and it fiiiiiits! They also gave us a neutral flavored gel which I’ll try at some point…mebe. I asked a Hydro dude (Annecy Tri team name) about parking for the next day…everyone was happy and excited! It was a good atmosphere.

We dilly-dallied around Annecy for a little bit longer, tried to shop for people, but were unsuccessful. I did end up with a cute summer dress…pour moi. You know how it goes. I can never find anything for myself, but when I look for others, BOOM I buy everything for me. Such is life.

Finally made it home with a little time to spare, made it to the pool for a quick 500m loosen up workout in the murkiest water I’ve ever seen in a pool (eeeeewww) around 7PM then home to cook dinner. I did my hair and all that for the next day…yes! DRESS FOR SUCCESS! :p

Race Day!

Since this puppy started at 12PM, we didn’t have to wake up at some totally incredible time of the morning, so we work at 7 (normal) and moved along at normal pace. Very nice, by the way. I thought it would be terrible to race at noon, but since it was overcast, it was super duper. I think I may have performed better because it wasn’t ass o’clock in the morning!

Anyway we got there and it was slightly drizzling, overcast and not warm. I changed in the car, put some tights and a long sleeve jersey on and headed out. Before getting on the line to go into transition I hit the bathroom across the street in the library/tourist building — beautifulllll! It was so pristine, clean and with toilet paper. I was a happy camper! Ran back out and put all my numbered stickers and whatnot onto my bike and helmet.

I got tagged on the left arm and left leg with a big number 7 and ran to find my little chair! They had chairs set up for everyone along with bike racks to stand them up. It is nice, you get an assigned spot and if you rack elsewhere, I’m sure you’ll get a penalty. In the US, as I remember it, it’s a fight for a spot in transition. It was nice to not have to fight this early, because of course later in the swim, people will be punching others.

Got everything situated, then J called me over to tell me the ladies next to me were speaking English(!!), with American accents (!!!!).  JACKPOT. I ran over and said hi and introduced myself and we all started chatting. It was nice and took my mind off the race. One woman, Lara, was very nice and we ended up chatting a bunch before and a little during the race.

Stretching and trying to work my nerves out! (By Justin)

So finally it was time to go, after much bouncing around and a quick 5 minute jog around and out of transition, and a bitch of a time getting back into transition. Wetsuits on and barefoot, all ~1300 of us walked and waded into the water for the start. PS. the start was like 1/2 a mile away, no joke. It was dumb and a far walk!

Everyone heading to the start line for the swim!

The Swim – 1500m (1 mile)  – 00:34:49  (roughly 2:19/100m):

Lara and I ended up with 3 minutes to spare before the “gun” went off (it was some guy screaming, because I didn’t really notice a sound…I just saw people swimming so I figured I’d start too).  There were 4 waves, 1 women, 10 minutes later 1 wave of men, and 5 minutes after that another men’s wave. Then 5 minutes after THAT the relay wave, so not really any dudes to be jackasses.

I placed myself in the back on the inner outside, which was perfect I think. I didn’t really get run over, I got a lot of hands on my feet and I tickled some feet myself. In fact, I was trying really hard to stay on some feet because I didn’t want to swim alone and make all the effort myself. So I found some lady with a bandage on her left foot and stuck with her for ~300 m. Then we turned the buoy and she was gone! I went on my own for a while until I caught some other feet and hung out. Then I was getting tired and a little sea sick (yup, totally can happen – slight chop will do it). I was maybe halfway done at this point. I started hearing a sound I hadn’t heard ever, a deep rumbling under the water. I breathed on my other side to see, and I saw a bunch of pink caps, the first wave of dudes. They were here already. Boohhhh! It’s fine, I ignored them since I was on the outside and they weren’t coming for me.

I lost those other feet, then found this lady breast stroking like a beast. I swear, she could breast stroke circles around me. I couldn’t keep up with my own breast stroke, so I hung out behind her and did my freestyle. It worked perfectly. I followed her all the way under the bridge and into the canal. This was a sight to see and was quite amazing for the swimmers I think! The bridge and canal were lined with loads of people shouting and clapping and taking photos. It was so energizing.

Swimmers heading to the canal under the Pont Des Amours.

Swimmers heading under the bridge and through the canal

I tried to pass the lady I was following at one point, but I could see she was having it. Finally, we made it to the stairs, and we all got pulled out and up because the stairs were very….slimy…yeah, that’s the word, just crazy slimy with algae. And the canal “floor” wasn’t solid, it felt like a net, when I put my feet down. It was the weirdest feeling. Honestly, the whole swim portion of triathlon is the weirdest experience. There is nothing like it. Duking it out physically with other people to get ahead, and sometimes it’s life or death. A little scary when someone kicks you in the stomach and you get a punch in the head. It’s incredibly disorienting and nerve wracking and nutty. I also always think to myself at this point “why am i doing this!!” but after and before I am always giddy. However, I think I had a good race this time, because I started to think this “Oh god, why oh why” type thing, then immediately shut it out and said  “Just do it! Come on!” and moved it and focused. It felt good and I felt my mind was clear.

T1: A million minutes – or – 00:05:00 minutes.

I walked into T1 because the grass was all slippery, got my wetsuit off fast, put socks and shows on. Shoved my gloves on my hands and got the helmet on. Thought about a gel, thought about not a gel, thought about a gel…seriously, this is ridiculous. I had a plan going into this race that I would take a gel ON the bike at the beginning just out of town. Somehow I talk myself into changing plans and get all crazed. Finally, I had a gel, but didn’t finish it. What the hell was I doing? Then I finally ran off.  The transition area was very long, so I chalk up 3 minutes to actual bike readiness (and gel thoughtfulness) and 2 minutes to running around with my cleated bike shoes and bike on very wet grass dodging dudes.  boooo.

Bike – 40km (26.7 miles) – 02:17:00 (~12 mph):

This is basically an average of my max speeds of 34mph and my min speeds going up hill at 4 mph. Yah, no kidding.

The bike started off pretty cool, except for the time when I took my half empty gel out to eat and it went flying. Booo. Then it was cool, I was averaging ~20mph going out, way very nice. Got passed by some dudes, the usual. Then after 10 minutes, we hit Sevrier and turn right for the ascent, BOSSE #1! I shifted down to my lowest gear and cruised. I knew I didn’t want to ruin my legs for the rest of the ride because the other hills were way more bitchy. Anyway, dudes passed me in giant clumps every couple of minutes.

Amazing how many people were in this race. Even more amazing were how many females were in this race. Out of 1300 people, 115 were women. Absurd, really. But I know why. Because men suck to race with, they are assholes, most of them anyway. As I was cruising up the mountain some guy passed me and said in a condescending tone “Beaucoup Drole!! Beaucoup!” and got out of his saddle and biked away. I only knew he wasn’t saying I am the most awesome because of his tone and douchey aura. It happened fast that I didn’t get a chance to say anything and all I did was smile, because I was so happy to be in this race. I kept thinking he was telling me I was a big joke. Well I was sorta right, his non-sentence translates to me being “Very funny! Very!”. Which really gets me mad. I’m not mad because he thinks I’m funny for going so slow, I’m mad that I didn’t understand and didn’t say fuck off or something back. My favorite retort that I’ve come up with since is, “What’s funny? The fact that I kicked your ass in the swim? Yea, that IS funny!” And If I had remember his bib number I would totally have written him some mail saying what an asshole he was and this is why women don’t want to “play with the boys”, because the boys are fuckheads and do shitty things like this, and pull my leg during the swim so they can beat a woman. Feel manly now, asshole?  Do you?

I digress.

Anyway, I shook it off and really didn’t let it bother me because who was he? Some lame ass guy, who thinks he’s awesome, but obviously has a small penis and needs to make up for it by being a schmuck. Problems. That one.  I was seriously smiling the whole time except going up the really bitchy hills because I was really really excited and happy to be doing the race. That was what I was training for. Since Yvette came last year (2011) and we took her to Annecy and accidentally stumbled upon people finishing the race, I’ve been obsessed with doing it. So J and I trained and trained and I was doing it (the reason I got number 7 is because of how damn fast I signed up, I believe)!  So I smiled.

The other people were super duper! They were all saying “courage! (be brave!)” as they passed me and the women would say “allez le fille! (Go girls!)”. It was very supportive event, even though they were passing me. It was cool. Finally got to the top, continued to pass the area of the insanely cute sheep, which, much to my chagrin, were nowhere to be found :(. Verrrry sad moment. I was really looking forward to them. Then fiiiinally hit the top and flew down the descent. I took a gel and soared. Then the second bosse. Friggin hell. This one is a demon. This is like straight into the sky. Disgusting! At the bottom this guy tells me what some referees had said, saying it’s 3km to the top. I reply (in English) “Yes, I know. This one is hell”, he says “uh yes, 3km”. I say “Yeah I know and it sucks.” He rides away with a “goodluck” and I say the same. He looked at me a little crazy. I was feeling crazy. After seriously the lowest speeds I’ve ever seen in the history of me riding a bicycle of 4 mph, I hit the top close to looking like these guys from the Triplets of Bellville,

but with less bucktooth-ness going on. (I liked that movie!) I actually was very low on my bike because I was soooo tired at this point.

Then sailed down again! I know it hit 35mph at some point, can’t remember but it was faasst and I was getting cold. My toes were cold and wet from wet socks too. lovely. Made it through this town of St. Jorioz and up for the final ascent, Bosse trois. Beastly. I tried chatting with this girl, but she spoke French and I couldn’t remember the words, so I smiled and went on. Made it to the top and almost crashed into a stopped car (waiting to drive but stopped for other bikers), then FINALLY, FINALLY could relax while I sailed down the final hill. Took a gel, and made it into town with severe overcast weather and threats to rain and back to transition in one piece, without any breaks! I am very proud of this. 😀

T2: 00:01:36 BABY.. aaaalllriiiighttt.

Took the bike business off, changed socks, sneakers on, waterbottle in hand (no change of mind here!) and off off off!

Run – 10k (6miles) – 01:09:11 (~11:30 minutes/mile pace):

This wasn’t too bad! My legs felt great not heavy or anything at all! My heart rate was around where I expected it, around 170, which is normal for this type of effort. The run was a double loop of 5km each where it’s out and back type thing, and on the second loop you get a necklace to notify the referees and such that you are almost done. The 2 things I was thinking was at this point were, “oh dear..I have run 6 miles now…interesting!” and “where the hell is the turn around for this shit!”. Seriously. I had no idea that we were going to run to the end of Annecy and back, 2 times! Every time I thought we came upon the water station which was exactly at 2.5km from transition, I was tricked…it was still a bit further, and further. Well I guess I was so excited to get there that I ended up doing like under 10 minute miles for the first 2 miles, which is super fast for me! I am sooo pleased! But then I started to slow down, which was fine with me. I noted my heart rate was slowing and I felt okay. I made it to the 5k point got my necklace and headed back out. It’s at this point that I started to want to cry/die/scream. And in fact as I exhaled I made some of those tennis grunts, but more like yells than grunts. I talked myself into taking a walk break at 7.5k point (the water station again!), and so I made it there and took a 2 or 3 minute break. The kids and adults at the station were cheering for me, but I waved them off because I was okay, I had a plan this time. I took a gel because I was really feeling cruddy now and moved it back into running. I’ll say that as soon as I stopped running to walk, my legs got all seized up and hurty. It was very weird and interesting. I’ll have to look out for this in the future. I felt like if I bent over my hamstrings would just snap off.

So I kept running until like 1 mile to go. Took a 1 minute walk break again and then ran again straight for the end.

This is when I saw Justin and I turned for the finish. I saw it and no one was around so I steadied and just kept on going. No sprinting…what for? I felt good now and was so happy to have accomplished this and be done.

I was catching my breath and ready to stuff some food down my throat. NO MORE LIQUID CALORIES! Jeeeze.

Justin asks “How do you feel? Are you tired??” This is my facial response. “UHH YEAAhh”

I was really close to tears (of JOY!) when I came in because I didn’t think I trained enough for this and could do it. Well I only took a few minutes break the entire 4 hours of this thing! I am sooo happy!! YEY.

After some coca-cola (wtf!) as my after workout calorie fix, I sat and needed a break.

Taking a rest after the race on my special #7 chair. (By Justin)

Man, that felt good.

So in total 04:08:26. 4 hours of racetime exercise. Good gawd. That is heavy duty. I think if I work my bike, I can shave out at least 30 minutes. But honestly, I’m not going to be too critical, I did my best and I’m so happy to have done it and am proud for my performance!

And I’d like to say thank you to Justin for supporting me in everything I do. I know I couldn’t have done all this without you. You are my special couta! I love you. 😀 Can’t wait to go back home and be normal again!!!

Annecy Triathlon 2012 Thoughts

Oh how fast the time has passed to get me to this point, a few days before the longest triathlon I will have ever done!

Yes, I’m definitely nervous. Yes, I am trying to taper, but I’ve been tapering for like 3 weeks now (HA!). Yes, I’m staying hydrated.

I wonder if I’ll ever feel ready for a race. I feel more ready for a sprint distance right now. I didn’t work out as much as I would have liked or expected, really, but I kinda just re-started. Although, I’m not as nervous as I would have thought. I expect that this is dramatically change come race day!

For the swim, I know I can do 1500m. I just know I will freak out a bit. Whatever, that’s ok. So under normal conditions I can do like 2:15/100m easily, but lets add a few seconds on to it for reduction in  efficiency. So the swim should take me around 36 minutes. Let’s add 4 minutes for any extra freak out. ~40 minutes then.  That’s safe. Under 40 would really be preferable, but I won’t cry if it’s longer. I’m more concerned about drowning.

For the bike part. J and I did it in about 2 hours and 30 ish minutes. I expect something around that maybe a touch slower from the exhaustive swim. Avg speed going up is like 8mph and avg speed going down is like 25 mph, which says I should finish faster, but the uphills are looooong.

For the run, I will give 12 minute miles as a guess because I’ll be tired. So that’s over an hour, about ~72 minutes. I’ll be so happy if I do this. If I pull some 10 minute miles in here, I’ll be even more happy! But let’s not get crazy!!

In total: 40min + 150min + 72 min = 262 minutes = 4.4 hours or 4 hours and 24 minutes.  I expect something like that, possibly slower as the weather forecast tells me it’s going to be hellish hot ~90s (F). It’s fine with me if I go slow.

I’ll be proud no matter what, because this course isn’t easy! Those climbs are badass and I’ll be so happy to have done them. I think this will be a lot of fun!

Ugh. Why…?

Why does this keep happening? Why is this continent out to get everyone who is not native? Why the friggin’ hell can J and I not do the things we want to do without some bureaucratic or frustratingly European thing getting in our damn way?

We have definitely had these issues in the past 2+ years we’ve been in France/Switzerland and this is nothing new.

We were just doing so well lately. For instance, yesterday was a really long chock-full-of-stuff-got-done kinda day, without a hiccup! Unbelievable! REALLY!

I wanted/needed some new triathlon shorts as the ones I have are far too short (chaaaafe) and so the only place I found nearby, apart from Annecy, was Nyon. We also needed to donate a boat-load of books and other stuff so that was on our list! Then Justin got the idea to take a late night stroll on the dare he want to do such a thing! Keep in mind, everything (EVERYTHING) closes at 5 on Saturdays. That’s very European. ugh.

The real winning of the day started early at 9 AM when we scooted fast over to the Thoiry Mall to go food shopping.We stop at the bank to ask to close J’s bank account. There is a lovely man there from Lyon (sweet!) who helps us, knows us at this point –  although I am super surprised – and we get an appointment! (Success #1)

I decided to look for another pair of shorts as I have recently donated ~3 of 5 pairs of shorts as they just fall off me now (WIN!), . Well I tried on a lot of shorts and capris and holy buckets of cupcakes I found a pair! I found out I’m a 38 in French sizing…no idea what that means, but there it is! (Success #2)

Then we headed over to Go Sport to find some gels for the tri next weekend as I might die if I don’t get any calories in during the 4+ hour process. We found strawberry-banana, green apple and a new flavor: lemon-lime! Last time we went, they were out of everything!! So this was faaaabulous! (This was success #3 and it wasn’t even after 10AM – YEAAAA).

Around 1PM J and I took off for Nyon, got there and parked around 1:30. Walked around for 10 minutes then hunted for the shop, Swim & Run (part of The guy there was incredibly nice! Who can believe such a thing after all the tales I’ve told about this horrendous continent??! Well, he was. He helped me pick out some shorts, he and J asked me how things were when I tried them on. PS. This was all in French. And despite me telling him my French was poor, he kept on talking fast and telling me things I couldn’t understand. et…voila. Really. There it is, because, well…there it is, that’s all I can do. However, after having been successful at actually arriving at Nyon and finding a good parking spot, I never imagined I’d find a pair of shorts! Well, gosh darnit I did! I tried on 6 pairs and found a nice pair of Orca tri hipster shorts that, friggin finally, do not come all the way up to under my breasts because they are so long! They don’t have any annoying grippy part at the bottom of the short to avoid ride-up, but they shouldn’t ride up because they are pretty cozy against my quadriceps. My quads are far too large for the shorts to creep up, but we will see! We also finally found some elastic shoelaces (ours are ~3 years old) and those were outrageously priced but whatever I guess, I don’t even know. And we found some other flavored gels to try out, tropical punch and vanilla! If I eat 4 strawberry-banana gels in a day I don’t think I’ll be happy. (Success #  4 & 5 & 6)

By now it wasn’t too late so we had a nice walk up and down the lake front where we encountered a large boat starting to park. J helped the dude out by tying up one side of the boat to a large ring in the ground. He took some pictures of it, we mosey-ed back to the parking lot and headed to our next destination…the donation place….

The donation place we went to was in Plan-Les-Ouates in the Geneva Canton but not in Geneva proper. We took the A1 autoeroute straight to it, we make the turns, FIND IT, and back into the donation area. We ask the dude if they accept all we had, he said “OUI”, we say “SACRE BLEU!”, we dump it and vamoose. Seriously? No papers to fill out? No appointment to make?? Where am I?! The USA!? (Success #7 & 8).

Fast forward a few hours, around 9 when we decide to go to the beach to have a walk to see the sunset. We make it to Versoix, find a good parking, take our walk, J takes some nice photos and we’re out! (Success #9)

HOLY MOTHER! WE DID IT! We had a day of more than 1 success and 0 failures! This is the best day ever!!

Until today. Oh today. Today wasn’t the worst, but it certainly wasn’t Saturday June 23 2012!!! That day will go down in history!

Today, was blaaahh, until we decided to go swimming. It’s not even hot here, it’s like in the 70s but once we got to the pool, there are people parked on the grass already…fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! I knew it was bad. We decided to take a look. We walked over to look, it’s a madhouse. See the clip below to see the absolutely mayhem that goes on at this fucking pool.


It is like this all the time but only  100000 times worse. Ugh. And to add to it, there was no lane today, just like on every Wednesday Saturday and Sunday! Yea, the swiss believe in a one lane system. Fuckers. We left frustrated.

I was going to work on my tan but the sun went behind some clouds and crapped all over an already craptastic day. yey.

So to rejoice in this I made vanilla bean cupcakes with brown sugar. Which were delicious. 🙂

I can’t wait to move back to the US. 40 days can’t come sooner!!