I'm not sure what this is...irony or pathos, but I found myself laying on the couch like a fat bastard...watching the Hawaii Ironman Competition. Hey! I'm going to the gym...tomorrow. (I swear, I am) To be honest, I'm not feeling too well and I deserve a day on the couch, but I did get the irony. And while I hate those, "Oh look at the inspirational (insert person with whatever disability here) who (insert acheivement here) things...damn...Sarah Reinertsen rocks! And I say that in the most chauvanistic, "damn she's a hottie" way...plus the fact that she'd probably kick my ass in just about every way as well.



Oh cripes! That tool who married the toolette from some reality show is in the competition...uhhhh...he finished so I guess that makes him an irontool.

I swear, I'm going to the gym tomorrow.