Tuesday, October 16, 2007

I Call This My...

"Sherpa Thomas?"

"Yes, Liz?"

"I need to sit down." I slowly lower my body to the ground. I am exhausted. I am spent.

"Sherpa Thomas?

"Yes, Liz?"

"Do you have your camera?" I ask.

"Yes, Liz."

"Then I need you to take a picture of this face. I call this my 'No more Ironman' face. If you ever hear me say the phrase "I think I want to do another Ironman", I want you to send me a picture of this face."

"Yes, Liz."


Bill said...

Kinda like hangovers.

"I swear, this is the last time that I ever do this".

Until next time.


Karl On Sea said...

But hey, unlike a hangover, at least you get a nice bunch of flowers.

Almost makes it worth while. I guess . . .

Alicia Parr said...

This would be when I break into a whiney, pathetic "owie owie owie!" Whimper. "Owie owie owie." Pout.

Then my husband laughs at me because it's self inflicted.