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Summer glories

A message left on my phone at work this week brought home a cold reality – summer is almost over.

The message concerned a certain "back to school" event and it sent a shudder down my spine. Is it that time of year already?

It’s not as though my life is going to change drastically after the long weekend when school kids everywhere are roused out of their beds and dragged off to school.

I won’t be getting brand new binders or new pens or shoes. I won’t be worrying about who’s sitting next to me in class, and whether I’m getting the meanest teacher in school.

And I certainly won’t be worrying about new school uniforms. I was unlucky enough to have a mom, fresh off the boat from Scotland, who insisted I wear the school uniform (ugly mustard yellow turtle neck with black, white and yellow plaid kilt) even though the uniform wasn’t mandatory and no one else’s parents felt compelled to make their kids wear it. Can you imagine what my class pictures looked like in the early years?

Fortunately I won’t be doing any of the usual back to school preps.

Instead, my life will continue on as normal.

But the years of conditioning from age 5 to 18 have made those three short words "back to school" synonymous with the end of summer. And I’m just not ready for that.

Didn’t it seem like we were just in the thick of summer, of long days and bright sunshine and patio diners, only a few short days ago?

Even the days sitting at my desk, slowly melting as a fan blew hot air around my face and the seemingly innocuous act of typing caused small beads of sweat to form on my forehead, even that has become a distant memory now. I want my summer back.

Perhaps it’s my great achievement this summer that makes me remember the season so fondly. For it was only three weeks ago that I did my first triathlon. I prefer now to write "my first triathlon" without the capital letters to perhaps give people the illusion that I’m some kind of super athlete rather than a newbie who suffered and sweated in the race to the finish line in My First Triathlon. It wasn’t pretty by any stretch of the imagination.

My First Triathlon is an event for first timers with shorter distances i.e. 400 metre swim, 20 kilometre bike, five km run.

Somehow when I don’t capitalize the event and don’t call it My First Triathlon, it’s easier to forget what a gong show it actually was.

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