Back at it.

Vacation was LOVELY - Well, except for some issues with the in-laws, my husbands foul mood and the mosquitos that swarmed my sister and I on a run to the beach. The weather was unseasonably nice - 80s, sunny and not too humid. We rode bikes, ran twice, walked a lot and climbed all 198 stairs at the lighthouse. My kids were fun. Noone got sun burned. We had awesome sunsets from the porch of our beach house. I ate and drank too much.

And now my husband is "on vacation" for the next week, while mom, just back from a week away - is not. Laundry has to get done, beds stripped, bathrooms cleaned, litter boxes changed, bills paid --- oh, and a 5 hour a week commitment at the YMCA. All that and my kids are also "on vacation", meaning they actually expect me to do stuff with them. Luckily my internal clock has demanded that I get up at 4:30 so I've gotten in a few bike rides and a little peace and quiet before the mayhem of the day. It's only 7 pm right now and I am exhausted.

This weekend I have a triathlon at the Ocean. I was initially psyched about it, but then my sisters had some home issues and may need to bail on me. Logistics are too screwy to go it alone - an expensive hotel room alone, dropping off equipment without a co-pilot, negotiating an unfamiliar town for a race I've never done... I am not adventurous. I don't know where this is headed, but I really hope I don't chicken out.

In addition, I am battling a bout of tendonitis. It's been screwy for a while -- like 2 months and I've finally taken the time to self-diagnose after reading tons of internet sites. Treatment is not a guarantee of sucess and most doctors take a wait and see attitude. It could take 12 or more weeks before it heals! And that's by limiting or eliminating the behaviours that caused it - Typing, writing, walking the dog... all with my dominant hand... Seems like an impossible task. I am doing the best I can. We'll see if that's good enough.