what the heart wants

I've been talking in broad, sketchy terms about what I want to do next year.  Mostly because IM events fill up within 82 seconds of opening, so you at least have to have an idea of what you'd like to do a year out.  But I wasn't expecting to decide anything until later in the fall, and I was planning for a fairly light year of no-flying-with-the-bike-cheap-local-races.  I've been chatting casually with friends about the possibility of a spring marathon, and a late year IM - maybe Arizona or Cozumel.  And after CdA Sonja recommended a few IMs that are similar in locale to CdA, so maybe Canada (the west Canada).  But I was waffling (a common IM-signup-theme) and figured that at some point I'd be hit by a bolt of lightening like I was last year when I fell in love with Coeur d'Alene for no explicable reason.

Sometimes, there is no bolt of lightening.

Sometimes, you just want to party with your friends (and your NY-residing-family).

Sometimes, you just get swept away.

*I was mainly compensated for this race entry by being a good daughter for the better part of 32 years, which I believe is far better than writing book reviews and pushing products for 8 cents a page view.  The remainder of the race entry was funded by FINALLY getting a new job and selling things that we have decided we can do without.  Other sacrifices have been and will continue to be made to pay the remainder of Graham's vet bills.  All opinions are my own, but if you doubt that I have the greatest mom in the world, I will beat the living shit out of you.