Yep! This is the International Ironman of Mystery --my workout partner and our house guest this weekend. Wildflower finisher, and third in her age group at Ironman France. The only way I'll ever make a podium is if everyone else in my age group dies . . . either before the race or on the course.
This International Ironman athlete, one of my adopted, younger blogo-sisters will be joining us on her way to New Year's celebrations in the live music capital of the universe. We promised her mom that we'd take real good care of her.
And, if you don't know that back and that flute, then you've been living under a rock.
If the weather holds, and if Mishele K can ditch her job, we all three going to the pool for a bit of a swim. Between them, they've got 3 Ironman finishes to my goose egg. Not only that, Mishele K is a swim champ who finished the Wisconsin swim in 1:09! (Holy Crap!) She's going to teach me to flip turn so I don't look like so much of a wuss at masters swim practice.
Then, weather permitting, the "Man" of Mystery and I will do a long run with Coach T tomorrow at the quintessential Houston running route.
Mix in beverages, lots of visiting, and laughter, and you have an all around good time.