I'M TRAINING MY BOYS TO BE MEN WHO PEE STANDING UP.

Just one of many obscure thoughts that rippled through my brain as I plugged away at a 12 mile run on Saturday. Wildflower protocol calls for hills and more hills, so I ran west into the hills and as it turned out, into the wind. Running uphill and into the wind makes you feel like a lousy runner. Of course the lousy feeling had absolutely nothing to do with the late night spa, wine, chocolate, wine, chick party I hosted Friday. Wildflower is making me feel like a lousy athlete. How do I let myself get talked into these things? (uh, Trimama, post race drinking, Iron poolside euphoria come to mind?) Oh that’s right. In a state of post Ironman, anything is possible elation I agreed to sign up for the world’s toughest half ironman, Wildflower. Currently the hills of Wildflower are making me feel small. And I hate feeling small. Feeling small ticks me off. Being ticked off triggers a shot of testosterone right down to my freshly pedicured toes and all of a sudden the hills start to flatten out. All of sudden I’m ready to b-slap that trail run. And I begin to run with no fear. Running is good.

Life is full of challenges and hills, and sometimes life just takes testosterone. I want my boys to be men who dream big and flatten awesome hills, even if it means cleaning the bathroom floor more often.

In case you’re wondering, the girls will continue in traditional fashion...until they learn endurance cycling. :-)