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be gone bad juju!

It is Wednesday. I needed lunch today. I hopped over to the nearby Chipotle after a very relaxingly paced swim. I ordered my usual salad, hold the beans, no rice, faJita veggies, barbacoa, hot salsa, cheese, and guaca o hai, no cheesies for you, it's dairy free time. As easy as I thought it'd be, I had almost let it slip. I had the salad today sans cheese. The result - still tasty. You can't beat substituting something you long for with guacamole goodness. And it is good. In the meantime, I'm playing off my nerves for my first triathlon by remembering that it should be fun and not take it so seriously. Fun. Fun. Fun. Most importantly, I learned to swim. It's good to be able to do more than just tread water. There's also the fact I'm in constant preparation for the zombie apocalypse and you just never know when you may have to swim from zombies. I just hope to never run into a zombie that routinely did triathlons. Scary thought. Sorry.

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KrissyGo! said…
Hell yeah -- sounds like an awesome day!

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