Well...blogging is like life. If you want to be successful, you have to be consistent, driven, and never (ever) quit. Obviously I have failed horribly at the first two items, so this is a rather ragged attempt to thwart off the third. My excuses for not blogging mostly have to do with laundry, and laziness, both which need no further explanation. My husband's excuse, however, is much more scandalous, shameful, and therefore...interesting.
And now, for the big confession. My husband has been unfaithful to this blog. He's been spending the last few months with a sexy little number known as the fv3triathlon.blogspot.com. That blog has consumed him like nothing else. Not to mention the toll that his extensive training has taken on our lives, and our marriage. The highs (how he thought he would perform on race day) and the lows (how he actually performed on race day) have shaken our foundation to its core. He even stooped so low as to blame his crushing Memorial Day defeat on the lack of familial support come triathlon morning. I tried in vain to explain that the girls and I were supporting him with all we had from the comfort of our own beds. The fact that we were in a deep and blissful sleep at 7:30 a.m., rather than watching him gutting it out on the field of battle has nothing to do with how we feel about him as a father, a husband, and a man. It may have something to do with how we feel about him as a triathlete, but that's a different story.
Anyway, don't worry about us. I'm sure the damage is nothing a little marriage counseling, ice cream, and creative editing of the race day footage can't repair. And for all of you wives out there trying the best you can to support your man in the pursuit of his dreams of greatness...make t-shirts. I thought about it, didn't do it, noticed that other wives did (wives whose husband's beat my husband by a humiliating margin), and feel that overall my entire family has suffered as a result. On a high note, Brett might possibly make his way back here for some quality blogging. I, on the other hand, may be too busy training for the Labor Day Triathlon. I think I can beat his time...
