Why wouldn’t Mr. Cruise be impressed with a 52 on my calf?

Why wouldn’t Mr. Cruise be impressed with a 52 on my calf?

Tom Cruise has been spotted around Madison today.

This was a great shot taken by Annie Speyer.

@SouthMainMuse @Anne_Speyer spotted him pic.twitter.com/RtP4KhVs54

— Julie Speyer (@juliespeyer) June 29, 2015

Now.

If this were me taking the photo, instead of soon-to-be UGA junior Annie Speyer,  I’d have hopped out of my car wearing my newly minted Allatoona Tri shirt from yesterday and asked for an autograph.

(It took four tries before I got a pic that didn’t have my squirrelly neck showing. People in your thirties. Enjoy effortless selfies while you can.)

Back to asking Mr. Cruise for that autograph. Darn that I already washed the 52 off my calf.  Yes. I will be 52 in a few weeks which is probably why I’d ask Mr. Cruise for an autograph rather than a selfie.

Looking at the race results, you’d think I’d move up in these things. I’ve been hanging around for 10 years fattening up the race pool. Knowing that one of these years, everyone will finally decide to sleep in on weekend mornings and let their swim membership lapse.

But NOOOOO.

These women are tough — people.

And these women are tough people.

I’m athletic. Not a great athlete and as I age, these woman who are great athletes age too.

And keep showing up at these things.

So what did I do last night in bed by the light of my phone?

Checked the results.

This year.

And last year.

My 2015 self beat my 2014 self by 33 seconds.

I think that’s the correct calculation but I’m not that strong in math.

I apologize to my neighbor Rob. I misspoke this morning and said I bested myself by a minute or so — as we made polite conversation while taking out the recyclables while I was wearing my shirt.

What is the point of this post?

Really there is no point. Other than . . .

a.   It would have been awesome to bump into Tom Cruise while wearing my triathlon shirt with my race numbers still tattooed on my bulging biceps and thighs along with the 52 on the back of left calf.

And,

b.   It really was a great morning and race. And I saw Mary again. Mary who just finished IRONMAN 70.3 Raleigh with her husband a few weeks ago.

I’m her senior by seven days. Certainly, that’s why she is so much better in these things than me.

You’d think she’d have more respect for her elders.

Just saying.

This has to be my favorite triathlon photo of me ever.

Catching up with superstar Mary who I met last year @ #allatoonatri. We are seriously focused. #triathlon pic.twitter.com/BvAK5q9jFw

— Jamie Miles (@SouthMainMuse) June 28, 2015

Cause I’m just being goofy before the race.  Laughing and not thinking about how many seconds I can cut off in transition after I mess up on the swim.

That’s really why I do these things with the 52 on my calf.

Because it’s fun, darn it.

Not that I won’t be trying to get to the pool a little more and shave a few hours off my swim between now and the next one of these I do this summer.

But you didn’t hear that from me.

Cause I really don’t feel that way.

Right?

Thoughts?