IT'S OVER!! ......or is it?

The triathlon is over.

But first, the couple dance. I made it two rounds with my partner, which turned out to be a good thing because I had about 10 minutes to get to the pool. We had fun. He wore a snazzy fedora and a pin-stripped suit with a black button up and a red tie. (I can see why girls like the mafia look. Very attractive.) I wore my white fluffy skirt and silk blue shirt. We were excellent dance partners. I think what killed us was that we made up a new move in the second round. Oh well, we had fun anyway.

I was VERY impressed by how gentlemanly he was. He even offered a hand to help me jump down from a high place and always escorted me everywhere we went. He was impressed with the upper upperclassman's shiny shirts and more than once wished he was wearing it. I told him that he should go ask him for it after-wards or steal it off his back as I could imagine him having a gun holster hidden under that jacket. (then in an accent) "I don't know why but the Family wants the shirt. Give it to me now!" He laughed.

Triathlon.

I finished it! Well duh, all I had to do was keep going until the time ran out, but it was still hard. There was only one other guy competing with me and when we got to the treadmills he started talking to me.
"First time?"
pant pant "Yes"
"You're doing pretty good for your first time.
pant pant pant "Thanks!

Ending score? I did 350yd swim, a 4 mile bike ride (it was the bikes I swear! Thank goodness we actually used the standing up ones and not the reclining ones or I would have been sunk!) and a 1.7 mile run. I feel really good...and really tired. I still have one more competition to get to tonight. I think I'll just stay for my five dances, 90 mins, and group performance then go hit the sack.

Later

So I really didn't want to go to the dance. I was pooped! Wonder why? In addition to the goings on above I've been running all over town and campus to help my roommates decorate our apartment for a Christmas competition. Fun. But exhausting. I had to literally drag my feet out the door. But once I got to the dance I was able to put on a happy face and practice with my group, (If you could call it that, a good half-hour of it was arguing) and then dancing with six different partners in the first half. All very charming and good men. Changed for our performance and danced with four more guys then performed. We fudged our way through it, but finished with style. All in all. A good day.