I'm calling out, looking for well wishes, good vibes...can everyone just collectively think positive thoughts about me today? The main thought needs to be, Farrah will not fall into the Houston Bayou and wash away while doing her first training run on her new bike.

I am going to officially start training for a mini triathlon today by taking my first long ride on my new street bike. I am not a biker by the way. The bike that I have (and occasionally ride to the zoo with the kids) has three speeds, a basket and pinstripes. The new bike is so light it might blow away in a hard wind, has curvy handle bars, lots of gears and scary pedals that my shoes clip in to. It does also happen to be white with purple and silver pinstripe-like details on it. It's scary and cute at the same time.

So, why am I doing it? Because it scares me a little and because when I'm done I'll feel like a bad ass. I would never classify myself as athletic and I doubt my close friends would either. I'm a little clumsy, sunburn easily, bruise easily and for most of my young life was really, really skinny. I went to an art high school. We didn't have P.E. or sports. My newfound athleticism has been hard earned. It started as a way of getting the baby weight off after my second son and just sort of stuck. One day, out of the blue, I announced to my husband that I was going to train for and run the Houston half marathon. I had never run before and my husband looked at me like I had lost my mind. Finnian was only a few months old but I started training and finished it. It was awesome.

So, here I am...excited and little scared. Wish me luck friends! Wish the rain away so we don't get rained out. Imagine me triumphant, graceful and without any new bruises, bumps or scratches. I'll let you know how it goes.