I left my wetsuit in California...

...Pizza Kitchen. I hauled booty out of work tonight (work, yes, you read that correctly) and ran down to Jack Rabbit to pick up my wetsuit. And then we ran back up to CPK for a friend's fundraiser. We had a few of these:


Because isn't that what everyone needs after starting a new job? And then I decided it was getting too late so I hauled booty out of there and ran home (in the rain). I got home, started to blog (about a different topic) and realized that I no longer have my Superman suit. Anyhoo, I called Angel, who was still drinking at CPK, and she has the wetsuit in hand and will bring it to our first triathlon on Saturday. Great.

And a prize to the first person to correctly identify the song reference...