The Case of the Cranky Pants

As Robby, my massage therapist in Colorado Springs, puts it, I have been frequently wearing my cranky pants of late. While there are many reasons for me to be in a slightly sour mood*, I've realized that I am slightly crankier on the weekends. Why the weekends? Well, the weekends, dear reader, are when triathlons take place. Triathlons that I am not competing in and am instead at home, feeling sorry for myself. I could have raced at PATCOs in Oklahoma City this past weekend (US swept men's and women's podium- woohoo!) or in the first WCS race in Teongyong a few weeks ago, but alas, I did not.

To be more specific, I feel like the kid who is sitting at the sidelines in gym class, watching everyone else play dodge ball and having a grand ole' time chucking rubber balls at one another. I'm not in the game, however, because I have a note from the school nurse, exempting me from play, or because nobody wanted me on their team (I wouldn't blame them for that- I have terrible hand-eye coordination). No, I am watching, not participating, by choice. I actually am choosing to sit at home with ants in my cranky pants, building up a bit more fitness and getting ready for the loooong season ahead. My next race, and first ITU race of the year, is the WCS race in Madrid in two weeks. While I am admittedly a bit nervous, I can't WAIT to be actually participating and not just supporting my racing friends from afar!

*Recent reasons may include, but are not limited to: overcast days, lack of nap and/or snack, a hermetic lifestyle that doesn't really suit me, an overly tight left IT band (fixed, thankfully!), too many lentils combined with hard running, the realization that I am a terrible basketball player and reading Jeffrey Sachs' brilliant, but depressing, Common Wealth: Economics for a Crowded Planet.