the divinity... or something like it.

So for starters, I'm back. I found that to truly write in a blog called Meels on Wheels, I had to be on the move. When I started, that criteria was easily filled because I was trekking around unmarked territory (ok I was simply following foreigners directions from gelateria to boulangerie, but whatever). I had backpack and a bunch of borrowed or stolen maps and I was on the move, always.

Once I settled back into school for a grueling four month semester, I toyed around with what to do with the blog, thinking I was not nearly as funny as I was with croissant in hand looking out on to the Champs de Elysse. However, I have found my calling. About two months ago I signed up for my first triathlon (which I still have difficulty spelling) and thus began to grapple with the holy trinity. Swim. Bike. Run.

Now, I originally decided to take on the big three because my Auntie Margie had been begging people to join up to support this great cause called Gals for Cal. Cal is a little boy who has MD, which as some of you may know, is a genetic disease affecting the muscles. So far there is no cure so there is constant fundraising towards that but in this case, families like Cal's need money for wheelchairs, special beds and programs for kids suffering from this disease. MD holds a special place in my heart since my mom's best friend is my Auntie Margie and her son Eddie suffers from it. So I figured, I'm twenty - youthful, strong, right? - I can do a triathlon and raise money for a good cause.

Ha, that's funny. I decided to postpone the majority of my training until school was over. First of all, I am on a competative cheerleading team that was practicing almost every day from the time I signed up for the T-lon until April 10th. Then I had essays and finals and moving to take care. Needless to say I went for my first run in almost two months the day I finished my last final. Woof. It was rough. Sure, lift someone over my head, put up some crazy pyramid - no problem. But swim a half a mile, bike 12 and run a 5k back to back to back? You have got to be kidding me.

However, despite the insanity, I am on the move again and I figured the only way to deal with upcoming blood, sweat and tears (although hopefully just the middle one), is to blog.

So readers, enjoy. I promise it will be as entertaining as me paragliding with the Saudis, tackling the three day diet and hanging with my homeboys at the pf. (see older posts).

Swim. Bike. Run. Beer.

xo
Camille