My Point of No Return
I mised my bus back to London this morning, so in an attempt to kill the 3 hours before the next one, I hit up the Eaton's Center, Ian style; I ended up at Sportcheck and bought myself a new pair of uber-sexy biking shorts - tight lyrcra with a padded bum, just the way I like 'em ;) Once I got back to london, still inspired by my purchase, I officially registered for the Guelph Lake Triathlon on June 26.
So there it is kids, there's no turning back now. I'm scared . . .
---> I.
(Slash, in a weird coincedence, one of the PCW lifeguards from last summer, the beautiful, talented, and gnarly Ms. W-S asked if I wanted to do another one on July 31st in Ottawa; Hmmmm . . . )
So there it is kids, there's no turning back now. I'm scared . . .
---> I.
(Slash, in a weird coincedence, one of the PCW lifeguards from last summer, the beautiful, talented, and gnarly Ms. W-S asked if I wanted to do another one on July 31st in Ottawa; Hmmmm . . . )