so i'm a new triathlete since august (2 ag podium sprints), and love the new lifestyle, but listen to this. one of my running friends (he's in his 50s but rages like a 20 yr old) calls me up yesterday to invite me out for a saturday night rager complete with a stretch limo, 26 hot chicks and only 6 guys (i smell a rat).

pre-triathlon, i'd be all over this like a mercedes car salesman on a wagon-shopping triathlete, but the first thing i thought of during the invitation was how i was gonna train on sunday all hung-over! wtf? wtf is wrong with me?!?! am i turning soft, while my body grows hard?! have i lost my mind? since when does triathlon training take a back seat to partying with 26 allegedly hot chicks?

do i need to re-evaluate my triathlon-training and learn to prioritize again?

nah. i'm gonna party with the chicks, fuck that. lol.

but seriously, i really needed a whole day to self-debate this issue, torn between training and chicks. man, am i getting old or what?