Cookies anyone...

My plan was to go to the party last night and then, if possible, do the Woodstock triathlon the following morning. The key phrase in that sentence is "if possible".

In order to get to Woodstock and get registered and ready, I would have had to leave the house around the same time I got home from the party. Other than being inebriated, there was some other reasons I didn't do the race.

The first was I had none of my gear ready, and was in no condition to find it, or at least to find it before the race started. The second was that I was in no condition to drive. The third, assuming Alyssa would have drove me, I don't think it's legal to do a triathlon "under the influence". I'm assuming, although the rule book may say different.

It's not like I couldn't do the race, I've trained in similar conditions. My biggest fear would have been getting pulled over by the cops for a D.U.I., they're normally at a race in droves directing traffic and I'm sure they would have smelt me as I rode by.

I hear you can get a D.U.I regards of whether your driving a car or riding a bike. It's just not worth it, it was only a sprint distance. If it was an Ironman, well that would've been a different story. Oh, and I don't want to lose my triathlon racing privilege's, and I guess I don't want to lose my drivers license either.

In any event, I slept it off and woke up just pass the "crack of noon". It was one of those open your eyes while your lying still on the flat on your back with only your eyeballs scanning the room and going "what happened last night and it appears I'm okay. And who's bedroom is this? And Oh, I recognize it now. It's mine".

I actually felt okay, no hangover, just a foggy and tired. I wrote my blog and as I was walking around the kitchen, I noticed there was about 5 cookies in the side pockets of my shorts. At first, I was like "how did cookies get in my pockets". Three of the cookies were intact, one broken in half and the other dust.

It all started to come back to me. I got the cookies at the Party. It was a very responsible party, with neighbours, skiers, triathletes, granola eaters and white haired seniors. Everyone was to bring a side dish, we brought pasta salad and someone else brought magic cookies. It was probably that senior with the walker, I knew she looked to healthy for a walker.

I learnt about them late late at night and I was in somewhat of an altered state. I don't do magic cookies or anything involved with the "magic". It's not my scene, I have enough problems with beer, and I tell my kids I wouldn't condone them doing it either. To me magic cookies are like "big foot", I've only heard of them and seen them in the movies, but never in real life.

I then had a brilliant idea, "I should take some and put them in the kids school lunches". I could just imagine each of them "tripping" on Monday. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

As I pulled them out of my pockets, my mature, unaltered, 17 year old self was back and I realized giving them to the kids would be "inappropriate" behaviour. But I didn't want to have them go to waste, it looked like someone went to a lot of work to make those magic cookies and organic food is expensive.

Reid came in the kitchen and I told him what they were. He was in disbelief, he know's I'm not a supporter of anything that has to do with magic "in or outside" of cookies. I could tell he got a charge out of it. After all, HE's only seen them in the movies as well and WHO's dad brings home magic cookies. I saw this as a "father son memory and bonding moment", and I felt "it could be expanded on".

So I asked Reid not to say anything and offer them to Nazaire, Alyssa's boyfriend. He pretty much eats anything that's offered to him, he's a garbage can that way. He ate one, then another and then the next thing I know, they were all gone. It didn't take long and then "the magic kicked in" and he was gone too. I guess they REALLY were magic cookies, I wasn't 100% sure. After all, it's not a common party "side dish" unless it's a Rastafarian party.

The next couple hours, before I had to drive Reid to swim club, was quite entertaining. Nazaire started with laughter and ended with sleep. Even when he feel asleep it was still funny. He was making lots of twitching faces like he was having a pretty dramatic dream.

For the rest of the afternoon I was tired and putting off my long run. The clock finally tolled 8:30 pm and it was the moment of truth. It would have been so easy to say home. I convinced myself differently, I pushed myself out the door and went for my run.

I headed for the escarpment with my high powered flashing red light and it didn't take long before it was dark. And when I mean dark, I mean near darkness. It is the countryside, with big trees lining most of the road and no street lights.

It was actually a scary run. I didn't realize it before hand, but all the little critters start coming out when the sun goes down. At one point, I saw two little figures on the road, I wasn't sure what they were. From a distance they looked like little skunks. As I got closer, I realized they were baby raccoons. I got a little freaked, momma couldn't be too far away and I don't think raccoons are the playful type. Especially if they have "rabies".

As I ran by I was relieved until I looked back and saw the two of them not moving from the road and almost getting run over by a car. The car tire missed them by inches. I didn't want to see their little bodies and brains get splattered all over the road. It would have been heart breaking. I was also thinking, what kind of mother raccoon is that, "she's sure not taking care of her babies", that is unless they were orphans.

I had a great run. It felt like my legs were a separate part of my body, like I was riding a horse. My upper body was just along for the ride. The road was deserted for the most part and less than 10 cars passed by me the entire time. However, their headlights were blinding, I couldn't even see where I was on the road. I had to stop and step to the side of the road when they passed, just to be safe.

I got home just before 11 and checked my email. I got a generous $20 donation to the TPPF from Rodney and a promise of a donation from Dave, who had been drinking and who didn't end up making one. Although it wouldn't surprise me if he entered the wrong credit card information, he was having trouble just spelling "By", he spelt is "Bt", and he's a teacher. Drinking on a Sunday night, I like his style. I hope he was marking papers too. That would be"classic".

My picture of the day is courtesy of my Uncle Neil. It's from my hometown of Winnipeg, specifically behind my cousins house. It's shows what it looks like every spring when my cousin leaves the hose on my mistake and over waters her trees.

Actually, it's a photo of what happens every year when the prairie snow melts and the small pond behind the house becomes the second biggest lake in Manitoba. They've turned it into a business and now rent out pedal boats. That's why they can live in such a nice neighbourhood.

Long Run - 2:09:10 / 24.65 km / 5:13 pace / 136 avg hr