Seven Weeks to Go

It's hard to believe the way time is flying by. And yet, here we are. I guess we'll be ready. It doesn't seem that daunting at the moment. I'm sure I'll get more nervous the closer it gets. Right now it seems like no big deal.

Swim lessons have given Marc and I a lot to work on in the pool. It has actually made swimming kind of fun for both of us. We do our drills and it seems like time just flies by. I am trying hard to ween myself off the old trusty nose clip. I'm getting better, but I know that my face is scrunched up like mad and I can't release a nice stream of air. It comes in big glugs. It can only get better.

I made it all week with no cookies. Today my officemate even brought me a special cookie... and it looked and smelled amazing. But I said no. Then I went to a meeting where cookies were also served. I said no again. I guess I'm at like 87% to go on this. Every day is just one day closer to the triathlon and closer to what I'm sure can only be described as a cookie eating orgy.