Damn the publicity

Well I ran my first open water tri the beginning of June, and I got a little exhuberant at the finish line, threw my arms up in the air and whooped a little. What can I say, I'm a transplanted Coloradoan who bleeds Bronco orange. (Unlike the Cleveland Browns and the Vikings we know how to celebrate.) I live in the land of 10,000 impossibly stoic scandanavians. There's not a whoop in them.

My HS football team won the state tourny in '86 and I was at the game. We flatten the running back in the back field and I'm on my feet...whooping of course. Pausing to breathe I'm overwhelmed by that "I was just talking about the boss and he's standing right behind me isn't he?" feeling.

A few seats to each side mouths agape, eyes wide. Their neighbors politely clapping in their seats. "dat a wus a gooda hit now wasn't it?" "jah ita was" It wouldn't be polite to stand up now, the people behind us couldn't see. What would happen if we all did that?

ummm we'd all be cheering then.

"But the sign hasn't told us to stand up and make some noise."

I left the student section and sat with the visiting team.

I whooped at the finish line, it so startled the race photographer he snapped my photo. Commence the Brent Spiner ID4 moments. "Do you want to see one?"

Race web site, front page local paper and aaaggghhhh!! taped to the counter of Gear West Bike shop. Personally I think I should get a little sponsorship ching, at least a free gel pack or something.

Irony, I hate having my picture taken, let alone posted for the world to see- but I guess as my Trimama fame spreads I'll have to get used to it. aaggghhhh!!!