Finally, I have finished my last work day for the 2008-2009 school year.
It has been a pretty good year, but I couldn't help but think "Goodbye cherubs, don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out" when that final bell rang.
If one more person gives me the 'Up-and down glance, YOU-are-doing-an-Ironman?' look after asking what I am doing this summer, they will be pulling their teeth out of their lower esophagus.
Yes, that includes the 155 year old Home Ec teacher. Sweet old lady, my ass.
The next person that looks at my hips as they say "Soooo, have you been, like, training a lot?", investigators will never find all the pieces of their body.
No, Sparky, I thought I would just wing it at Ironman. I am sure it will be fine.
Ok, I am done...
In other news...
I got my Ironman number
Nope, I did not forget any digits. I am number 74.
What the hell? Doesn't that seem odd?
I keep hyperventilating when look at that number.
16 hours ago