Cheezy, huh? I am in a cheesy kind of mood. Two more sleeps until I make the move to Okiehoma. I feel as if I am starting yet another new chapter in my life. What it will hold, I do not know, but I am anxious to get underway. This experiment in Libra solobility has gone better than I could have imagined. I feel I have evolved in so many ways in this last year.

With the evolution, I feel like I want a blank slate for my writing. I no longer want to keep a mere journal; I want to be able to associate my writing with my name and not hide behind a pseudonym. I have tried sanitizing here, but it is just too much. Instead I have decided to launch a new site. I will keep WET, but it will not be associated with the new site, at least not for a while. When I have time, this site will be brought down and probably turned into a repository either for poetry or for photography or perhaps for both.

The new site will launch on All Hallows Eve… oh crap, that is tomorrow! Yea, it will be ready. It is very bare right now, hence the blank slate, but I will build on it in time. Anyways, enough rambling. I am outta here, and I will see you there!

I went on a charity ride today that was aptly dubbed “Thrills in the Foothills.” There were definitely thrills. If you call cruising down a “hill” at speeds over 40 mph while tears stream down your face from the wind and the cold… which I do of course. There were definitely foothills. I should mention here it was the outskirts of the Appalachian Mountains. Perhaps I should also mention here that what goes down, must come up. If you can manage 40mph down a hill without one pedal stroke, can you imagine the climb up the other side? Would you think it painful? If you do, then you are right.

I am sitting here in my t-shirt I got yesterday for completing the triathlon. I must say it makes me look good. That is saying a lot considering I still need to lose another 50 pounds. I have lounged around in it all day, and it is quite comfy. It is actually a very nice shirt. It is a long sleeve dritech shirt, baby blue in color with green and orange lettering, and goes real well with my navy blue board shorts. Why am I rambling about a t-shirt? I have no clue. Perhaps because it is my trophy, my medal, my whatever all rolled into one. Every time I caught myself in the mirror I remembered, “Oh yea, that is why my calves hurt so bad today.”

If I had to pick a theme song for this race, hell for this training season, it would be “Run A Little.” Whenever I do not have my MP3 player to keep me company, this is the cadence that runs over and over in my head. I never got tired of it. It always kept me going, kept my feet turning over whether on the bike or on the run. I finished my first triathlon today, hopefully not my last. The race report is long, but even though it has only been four months, the road has felt long.