I just loooove my sister’s rendition of her triathlon experience.
Just look at those tongues! And the wobbly running legs!!! So spot-on!
Triathlon
“So MJ, how was your first sprint triathlon?” you ask?
Well… I survived.
SWIM (700m)
It was then characterized by not being able to see anything and a seaweed attack here and there.
BIKE (16.7 mi)
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.
RUN (3.1 mi)
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!!
Flashback: Typewriter Poems: Pawn
Heading back to Chicago today. No more flashback poems until next trip to Kwan Headquarters.
Flashback: Typewriter poems: Mimi likes bikes
OVERDONE WORDPLAY, YAY! HOORAY!
The poem is from 2009ish, drawings added retroactively (as in, I just drew them).
Flashback: Typewriter poems: Rice Rocket
Whenever I come home, I like to dig through all my old “artwork” and scraps to ROFL at. Here’s a pair of items related to my sister. Don’t get her confused with the ice skater of the same name — my sister is a former roller derby star jammer.
It’s even fraaamed! This was probably some time around 2006 or something.
This next one is what happened when Mimi and I found Mabel’s typewriter, circa 2009. Excuse the Engrish mockery. And the misspelling of sonnet – no erase button on a typewriter, and no use typing a dash over a t. Also, I think the Mount Bonnell stutter was my attempt to keep iambic pentameter.
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