Spreak Break or Smith Mountain Lake?

Life is full of decisions. Some easy some not. My husband came home from a ride with his crew of crazy fellow bike enthusiasts, and put forth the question, "Since we're not doing California anymore, do you want to do Smith Mountain with our friends instead?" I, as always warily asked, "When is it?". It winds up being the weekend we were leaving for Spring Break.

Since our whole California adventure was nixed, we have decided to go to Florida and hit Universal Studios up instead. It should be fun, and we had planned on leaving the Friday the girls got out of school. Turns out the race is on Saturday. So we would have to leave on Sunday. Seeing the indecision in my eyes, he threw in the laundry list of who would be there. Of course I LOVE the people mentioned. They are more fun then a barrel full of monkeys, not the Midlothian kind mind you, to hang out with. We all banter and have fun, it is a genuinely good time. Still, it's Spring Break, the kids are sort of smarting from not being able to go to California and doing everything we planned there, although Florida was an acceptable substitute for them, and I wanted to be home for Easter. Plus we have tickets to the Frozen Four the Saturday before Easter. What to do, what to do? Brad still, sensing my indecision tosses one more bone out for me, Deb is letting us take the Magic Bus and Jim is making a trailer for it for our bikes...The Magic Bus was the best part of the Bear Creek 10 miler we ran how many freezing weekends ago? A bunch of adults crammed into a day care bus with food and drink galore. It was more fun then I remember being allowed to have on a bus. And the driver was a nice lady to boot!

So there's the rub, what to do, what to do? I thought about it a bunch yesterday. Brad tried to ply me with it's only a 300 meter swim, it's only a 12 mile ride, it's only a 5k run. You could do that with your eyes closed. Yeah, my eyes closed as I am being carried away on a gurney by some nice paramedics who found me passed out on the side of the road. Could I do it, absolutely, do I want to? Well duh, what's the name of my blog? It's not Dee-the-triathlete-that-does-every-triathlon-willingly-triathlete or Dee-the-rush-into-every-tri-with-a-happy-heart-triathlete. it's Dee-thereluctanttriathlete. I have a name and image to live up to or I would have to change my blog name. Then where would I be? Doing more triathlons then I should, with a happy heart, and having nothing to write about so the frustrated writer in me would be extremely unhappy...Then what would I name my blog???

Ack! That would lead me to another decision I just don't want to have to make. My life is full of too many decisions, now what was I trying to decide on again??