My evening tonight started off fairly innocently. I drove my butt all the way up to Rockville (for non DCers, Virginians just don’t go to Maryland unless absolutely necessary) to attend a happy hour fundraiser for a friend who is participating in a triathlon that benefits the Make a Wish Foundation.

Somehow, among the drinks and networking, I managed to let the organizer talk me into doing the swimming leg of the triathlon relay race. So now I have only slightly more than one month to prepare myself to swim one mile in the ocean (yes, the OCEAN) and to raise $250 for the little sick children. I knew I was in trouble when my friend Julie tried to reassure me by telling me at the nice little “chip” they give you to keep you safe in the water. Or to find you on the bottom of the ocean, when you get eaten by the sharks.

I really need to stop going to happy hour.