the interview thing

Moi has interviewed me. She's provided some customized questions just for me to answer. And I took forever to get back to her which means that the point, by now, is somewhere lost in space.

Nonetheless, here it is (thanks Moi!).

1) Was there a particular moment in time when you realized that you were for sure addicted to your sport and, if so, describe that moment.

It might have been after I finished my first triathlon and felt totally high, and then there was this vacuum in my life: Ok, I did a triathlon, now what? And that's when I figured out that I could do another one. It just kept growing from there. We started out real tentative, me and triathlon, but it got good pretty fast.

2) Describe your dream triathlon/race. Where is it? What season? Conditions? And, which three people – living or dead – make the journey with you?

My dream tri is probably doing Ironman Switzerland -- mainly because I loooove Switzerland (but not so much the swiss). I love the alps, I love the chocolate, I love the lakes, it's one of my favourite places in the world next to Colorado (and there's no Ironman in Colorado). I also entertain fantasies of going for a bike ride across italy, one of those 30 to 50 miles a day where the nice people tramp your luggage around for you, and you get to stop in little villas and eat like a pig on pasta. You ride narrow backroads and get passed by Ferraris. You know this fantasy, I'm sure....

Weather and conditions? Warm, no warmer than 70's, no wind, no rain. That's Europe in the spring, baby!

Which 3 people? I feel forced to say spouse and kiddos - but this is no ordinary journey. In this fantasy, they don't get bored waiting for me to do my race. they come with me! Either they go shopping whilst I do an IM, or they bike with me across Italy. In my fantasy there is no whining or complaining, there is only love and cheerfulness.

(that's why it's a fantasy)

In the more realistic version of my fantasy, I take people who actually like to race or ride - like my favourite racing buddies - Margaret, Debi, Dave, Mark. Because in reality, taking my family on a journey like that is more like torture for some of them.

Other dream races include Leadville (because it's Colorado, and because it's crazy hard), and the Venice Marathon. I love Venice - a marathon would just be a cool excuse to go back.

3) If you could wake up tomorrow and be a superhero for a day, who would you be and what would you use your powers to accomplish?

Hm. Superhero is a big word - I'm going to go out on a political limb here- I have to say I've been really disturbed by wars, in general, that are being fought all over the world. Nobody talks much about the collateral damage that happens along with the political non-outcomes: the permanently broken families, the broken men who come home, the maimed and wounded children - and adults. These actions are damaging a generation of people, and anyone who is not involved are generally, accepting of this - perhaps it's a case of it's not happening to me, I don't need to worry. Or maybe I can't do anything about it, so I won't (I tend to fall into that category myself).

Still, I find it disturbing, and too easy to forget how long it will take our country, their countries, all of that to truly heal. Superheros should be super. If I could actually do something about this, I would.

Ergo, my pseudo-superhero is PeaceLady, and she causes world peace. In her very presence, people apologize to each other and get over their stupid selves, drop the anger, drop the resentment, and move on -- with integrity - and want to help everyone be their very best selves. PeaceLady goes and visits the middle east in the morning, thus ending thousands of years of pointless bitching and sniping. She goes to Africa for an afternoon and ends thousands of years of random violence and selfish acts. And she does this by making everyone hold hands and sing Kumbaya.

(I know, Peacelady sounds a whole lot like Oprah)

(Moi is not a fan of Oprah)

4) Describe the last thing your children did that made you cry – with joy.

I think watching my children swim in the pool fills me with that crying joy thing. They love it, and they're so guile-less. Twin A just recently was in her thanksgiving play at school, she was a pilgrim. When she got out there and said her lines I swallowed a tear. She was absurdly adorable in her pilgrim costume, she was entirely a miniature pilgrim. Twin B, however, makes me swallow tears regularly with her ridiculous smartitude. She corrected me with the ages of the Obama Girls without missing a beat, just recently - and she was right.

At six.

My kids are scary smart.

5) You can only buy two things for spring/summer 2009 – an article of clothing and an accessory (jewelry, shoes, or bag). What are they and why?

A really good dress (like this one or this one) and a good pair of shoes -- because I can wear the CRAP out of those, baby! A good dress in a nice cut is chic for like, Evar, and very versatile. I'd also have to find a pair of comfortable heels in a colour that makes me giggle (my current favourite heels are turquoise). I'm really itching for a sassy pair of heels in red, or pink.

Probably pink. But I kinda like these. And these - though the spouse hates the gladiator sandal as a rule (but then, I don't always dress for him).

I love shopping fantasies. Meanwhile, someone please let me know where I can find Herve Leger and Alexander McQueen on sale, K?



If you want, I'll pass on the meme and interview you - leave me a note in the comments and I will send you 5 questions just for you - which you must respond to in your blog.

I know. It sounds like so much fun!

P.S. blogger formatting sucks a$$. Bite me, Blogger.