Approximately, 3 months ago I got a new sassy haircut as the result of peer pressure from from a group of my girlfriends. After much pressure and a bit of alcohol (or was it a bit of pressure and much alcohol?) I conceded.
Apparently bolstered by their success in getting me to go along with the new hairdo, they began to try to persuade me into participating in a triathlon. This was a more challenging sell. I have gotten many haircuts, both good and bad and lived through them . But this was something different. I have never participated in a race of any kind since my 7th grade track days, and even then I was a 100 yard dash girl. I got out of running the mile with feigned asthma. I hate exercise! Yet, one of the persuaders is my very dearest friend and no matter how hard we try, we never seem to have enough time together. So dreaming of more time with my girl, and the seduction of a smaller butt, I finally agreed. We signed up with 2 friends of ours, Megan and Kimberly, and deemed ourselves "Team Pussywillows".
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