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Home Sweet Home?

Well I'm finally back home and planting myself here for the next long while. I feel like crap. I managed a 3-ish hour nap once I finally got here but woke up feeling sluggish, still tired and full on hangry. *Hangry is a term derived from the American words "hungry" and "angry" and describes a rather terrifying state of being. I'm still hangry. One of the worst parts of being gone is coming home to bare cabinets and empty freezers. I ate a waffle with peanut butter and an orange. Aside from that, I've had water and an almond bar to eat. I suspect that's contributing to my general awfulness.

Since I have a few moments, I'll finally recap what's been going on. Last Sunday The Colonel experienced a death in the family. Tuesday we drove up to Michigan and our completely impromptu trip ended up lasting until Sunday. It was so great to meet his family and learn a bit about the country life but it was also emotionally draining as you might expect. We stayed with his uncle on the couch for me so that meant multiple nights of 6 hours or less of slightly restless sleep. I managed to eat pretty decently and only ended up gaining 2 pounds while not cooking at all. Maybe it was the stress. Anyway, we got back Sunday evening and had The Colonel's youngest brother in tow. I immediately had to get home and do laundry because I was leaving for Dallas for a couple of days Monday morning at 6:40. I didn't get to bed until well after midnight and was up at 4 for the flight. The trip was quite a whirlwind but also involved very little sleep and storm anxiety to the nth degree. It also involved seeing a new baby out in Our Fabulous Life in the Suburbs! Long story short, now I'm home. And tired. And hangry.

Friday I start orientation for a new job. Just a summer gig but well paying and as I imagine and hope, relatively easy and stress free. Does such a job exist?! Ask me after Friday. Enjoy some pictures of my many travels.


The Colonel's cousin's horses 

Two of uncle's dogs 

My girl was so happy Mom and Dad were home! 

I got to stay on the plane from Tampa to Austin and was literally the only one.  

My favorite fast food joint in the world and a reason I got so fat living in Dallas 

Lovely little free meal 

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  1. Hey, I stumbled across your blog (via a link in the BT forum) and I have to say it's nice to see another veg athlete in the area! My husband and I are vegans. We live in Lex but do a lot of tri's and other races in your area so hope to see you out there sometime! Erin Rock

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    1. Good to see you found your way here! I love getting new readers! That's really cool you're so close? When will you be racing here again?

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