While enjoying lunch on a Thursday with my friend, Amy, she dropped this bombshell:

“Hey, I’m doing a triathlon this Saturday.  You should join me.”

“This Saturday?  As in day after tomorrow?”  I laughed so hard I almost choked on my cornbread. “I haven’t ridden a bike in 20 years!”

“I’ve got an extra!  And it’ll all come back to you when you hop on.   Just like, well, riding a bike!”

In a lapse of sanity, I agreed.

Now to tell John.  “Ahem.  I’m going to do a triathlon.”

“What?” He was concerned.  “How long do you plan to train?”

“A day,” I replied, trying to sound logical.

“And what’s the course?”

“1750 yard swim, 14 mile bike ride, 3.1 mile run.”  I sat down, feeling suddenly tired as I said that out loud.

He smiled, shook his head and said, “Knock yourself out, Baby.”

Actually, I was afraid I might do just that.