My other job...

Well...today, dear campers, I crossed the T's and dotted the I's on my Ironman application. And as of this morning, my name is officially part of the participant roster for IMAZ09 (much to my mother's chagrin I may add...but whatever, that's an entirely different post for a snowy day in January).

As I was completing the final forms to make me official, I came across the "Occupation" blank.

Now, the obvious choice would be to go ahead and cite myself as being an "ad whore" since that's kind of what I am in this industry. But, after some hesitation (and some brainstorming with Mike and a few gal pals of mine) I decided to go a more...eclectic route. You know...give them my other job. One that would put me with the ranks of Kissing Booth Operator, Secret Agent, Dragon Slayer and Night Time Ninja.

The job I proudly take on in any race...the one that puts me at the end of the field.

My occupation?

Back of the Pack Spandex Inspector.

It's quite fitting since the majority of my races are spent staring at the spandex-clad asses of my fellow competitors in front of me. Sometimes it's a nice (tight!!) sight to see. Other times...it ain't so pretty. I'm forced to get a good look at the folks who try to squeeze their way into spandex shorts that are three sizes too small...and the ones who wear their tri shorts from 5 years ago and it's pretty much worn thin to shreds and in the right light you can see things that nobody should ever see. If you could see what I see...you'd probably judge, too. ;)

It's not a glamorous job, but somebody's gotta do it.

But it's one I'm more than happy to do...because it means I'm alive and healthy and trained well enough to be out on the course. And really, that's all that matters at the end of the day.