Who's In?

So is you is, or is you ain't? I'm in a pickle.

OK, so knowing that my race next year needed to be in November, I had signed up to volunteer at Florida and at IMAZ. At the time, I also knew that I probably would not have to race alone because lots of the local athletes and bloggy peeps were making noises about doing one of those two races.

NOW, howevah, everyone is downing tequila and talking about a Mexican vacation with the new Ironman Cozumel race. While I don't relish a 2.4 mile ocean swim or winding up in a Mexican hospital after being run over by a Mexican pickup truck, I also don't relish swimming Tempe Town Lake and riding/running a multiloop desert course by myself.

By.Myself.

Alone.

So Cozumel's registration appears to be open. What's it going to to be? Who's going? Anybody ready to commit?

Come on, all the cool kids are doing it. Who cares what mom says?

WWND

That's the question I had occasion to ask myself last night. "What would Nytro do?"

Memo to self: if you find yourself asking that question, be afraid. Be very afraid.

You see, because of the nature of the type of law that I practice, I don't have occasion to travel that much or to engage in client/business-related boondoggles. In fact, I am pretty much confined to my office where I wear an ankle bracelet and am rarely permitted any human contact.

But, this week, the firm had a retreat for the group of partners of which I am a part, involving two days at a resort with free food of the decadent and heavy variety, free drinks of the premium alcohol variety, and a hospitality suite.

Free.Drinks.

Free.

Scotch.

Don't get me wrong; it wasn't all debauchery. I rolled out for a hilly six mile run yesterday morning, and rode a very hilly 30 mile ride with colleagues in the afternoon heat. I was also in bed by 11 o'clock.

HOWEVAH, there was that interval between 6 and 11 in which I consumed more free alcohol in a day than I typically consume in a lightweight, former teetotaller fortnight.

I was having fun, making business connections, and after all, "what would Nytro do?" Nytro would raise the flag high and get her mojito on.

But then this morning I tried to roll out to go to the gym for a strength workout.

Not.So.Much.

Is this what they call an offseason?

I hate everyone.