
Poor Omobono!

Poor Omobono!
“So MJ, how was your first sprint triathlon?” you ask?
Well… I survived.

It was then characterized by not being able to see anything and a seaweed attack here and there.
Minus the initial hill-induced delirium, it was probably the funnest bike ride I’ve ever done. Also, Austin’s skyscrapers were all talking to me.

I really thought I was smiling normal but I look totally manic in all the photos. I had the misfortune of being in the final wave, which started at about 9:30! So when I was running at 11, well… IT WAS REALLY HOT OUT.
“So, would you do it again?” you ask.
YEAH!!

Heading back to Chicago today. No more flashback poems until next trip to Kwan Headquarters.
OVERDONE WORDPLAY, YAY! HOORAY!
The poem is from 2009ish, drawings added retroactively (as in, I just drew them).