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I’ve Been Asked to Be a Bridesmaid

Or maybe a groomsman…  I’m a little confused.

I’ve been asked to do a fundraiser for the local YMCA.  You’re supposed to vote for me by sending money.  This is the website http://helenaychallenge.org/

I’m not on there yet because I couldn’t find a head shot that wasn’t from 6 years ago.  I don’t even do selfies that often.  And when I do, they aren’t serious ones that people would actually vote for me to be a bridesmaid.

I had these to choose from:

This may confuse people.

This may confuse people.

I think I look hawt.

I think I look hawt.

At least I'm wearing lipstick.

At least I’m wearing lipstick.

(You can guess which picture I used.)

Most of the pictures I take of myself are of my shoes.

I can fly in this.

I can fly in this.

But I said I’d do it so I actually used a selfie I took to show my friend my new hair in my car.  How sad is that?  You should really go donate because I have the worst picture.

Here’s the catch.  I can’t go to the party at the end of the fundraising.  It’s the night before the Seattle half which I have not been training for due to my “injury.”

So I’m trying to think of things I can do for people who donate the most in my name.  I was thinking of letting the number one donator have a pair of my shoes but I can’t do that.  They’re a part of me.  Like my children.

Or they could see my shoe collection, but then I’d have to clean my closet.

So I need some suggestions on what I can do for the top five donators…

and donate

http://helenaychallenge.org/  (My picture is sideways. So that makes it even better.)

I was Working (out) Part Time in a Five-and-Dime

For the last two years, my local YMCA has had a month-long indoor Ironman competition.  You have a month to do an Ironman, but the faster you finish, the better the prize you can choose.

Last year, I did it in 8 days.  I got a purple fleece that says YMCA on it.

My goal this year was to finish it in the second week again and get a green track jacket or fleece.  I wanted to see how many coats I could have that say YMCA on them.  (I actually have one fleece and two shirts from them.  By 2015 I should be have a full week’s worth.)

I road 112 miles in 3 days.  I swam 2 miles in 2 days.  And then I got sick.  And as I was walking 2 miles while blowing my nose and coughing, I realized I didn’t really need another fleece and that what I really needed was to lie down and take a nap.  So I did.  And the second week passed by along with my choice of an incredibly fashionable YMCA fleece.

I finished in three weeks so now I’ll just end up with a hoodie that says YMCA.  I’m unsure if I’ll wear that hoodie with pride or if I’ll be bitter when I look at it and think, “If only I’d gotten the flu shot.”  Hard to tell.

I think, instead, I’m going to turn it into a different goal.  I’m gonna see how much purple YMCA clothing I can collect and whenever I wear it, I’m gonna dedicate my workout to Prince.

I'm taking Rasberry Beret Donations

I’m taking Rasberry Beret Donations

Waxing Prolific

Every other year, my husband and I and possibly the rest of the family, go somewhere warm to run away from the winter.

Every other year, I decide I should wax my legs so I don’t have to pack a cumbersome razor.  (I’m always afraid I’ll get held at security for carrying a Venus.)

And having the hair of the two largest parts of my body ripped out by its follicles is humbling.  Humility is a good thing.

It helps me realize vanity, especially painful vanity, may be a bad thing.

I think this again when, having not shaved for over a week because I need 3 weeks of growth for the complete stranger about to get to know me really well to see the unbelievably light hair on my legs, my husband decides we should go to the YMCA to teach our kids how to snorkel.

You would think I would care more about what people I actually know think about me with two weeks growth rather than what complete strangers in another country who I will never see again will think about my completely hairless legs.

But it truly isn’t about that.

I really don’t want to pack a razor.

I don't have any pictures of my hairy legs.  I have no idea why I have this picture, but it works.

I don't have any pictures of my hairy legs. I have no idea why I have this picture, but it works.