My Dogs are Mooing

This is it -- the official rundown of my triathlon experience!  I know many of you (well, at least my parents) have been anxiously awaiting this post, so here it goes. My Nationals experience actually started a day before I left for OKC when I arrived home to discover my beloved bike had been stolen (chain and all).  This was probably one of the least articulate moments of my life; most of the phone call to my father consisted of four-letter words.  My next flurry of phone calls went out to my lovely friends and coworkers, who made sure that I would have a bike to take to OKC.  I also put out the SOS to the rest of the racers in Oklahoma and was assured that a bike would be waiting for me there. Saturday was a really inspiring day.  I got to watch several races, including an Ironman distance race.  I saw people overcome pain and fatigue to accomplish something truly amazing.  As the sun set over Lake Hefner I had a moment of fear and panic and exci...

I just spent the weekend in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma competing at the Redman Triathlon for Columbia Multisport Club.  Throughout the course of the weekend I made a number of discoveries. Discovery #1 -- Oklahoma has more tolls than any state I've ever visited.  I paid two to get into the state, two to get out, and a whole bunch in between.  One day I got lost and took the wrong exit; I literally paid for that mistake because I had to pay a toll to go back in the right direction.  At one point I pulled off the highway to get gas and the toll lady gave me a fifty cent refund.  When I got back on the highway a few minutes later I had to give the fifty cents back.  The toll booth giveth, and the toll booth taketh away. Discovery #2 -- There is nothing to see on the drive to Oklahoma.  It's kinda like driving through Kansas, with the only difference being it's not Kansas. Discovery #3 -- Tulsa has an El Chico.  It is yummy. Discovery #4 -- My GP...