Saturday, January 14, 2006
My date with The Kahuna
Oh, my gosh, you're Jessie Stensland. blahhhhhh, blah,
I'm an idiot-a babbling idiot. Jessie Stensland has reduced me to a babbling idiot.
"and who are you? What do you do?
I'm Trimama of course.
If only. What I actually babbled forth was something like ....Tri Geek Dreams...blah blah blah...Kahuna
"Oh is that him?" she gushed, pointing to Trihubby. "I met him at the end of a race this summer"
You mean that sexy, shaved head, stud? No, that would be my husband.
She couldn't hide her disappointment.
But you're Jessie Stensland! You're awesome!
Would you like a GNC power bar sample? (scanning for security)
No....Jessie was actually quite gracious and as I recovered myself, I remembered to introduce my sister in law, nephew and the non Kahuna Trihubby. We chatted about tri's for a bit. I blundered slightly in asking if she had raced IMFL, I thought I had seen her name on the athlete list a few years back. Turns out it was the other pro triathlete I met this summer, Beth Hibbarb. Jessie focuses her 4-6 hours of training a day on kicking international distance boot-a.
Did I mention that Arizona is awesome?!
My northern kin will understand this:
We were driving The 202 yesterday afternoon with the top down, listening to the tunes when I glanced at the clock-4:32.
That would make it 5:32 back home.
5:32, dark, cold (15 degrees), and snowing.
I hear the moving vans revving up-maybe Commodore (the nicest guy I've never met-which is completely my dope headed fault because I waited to call him until after the expo as we were driving away-and of course he was there-then-hope to catch up Saturday) can suggest a few real estate options-
What I can dream can't I?