Tri-leg-hate

Saturday: cleaning day. A day when we can blow off steam by scrubbing whatever object is refusing to follow the general cleanliness trend. Unless you're silly enough to sign up for some sports competition. See where I'm going with this?
Last week and the previous one, I signed up for "Cross-Fit", a small competition, exclusively in our battery (remind me to post on batteries soon). Today, however we didn't have Cross-Fit. Instead, the Estonian Defence Forces held theis annual Triathlon. Aaaaand guess who chose to sign up. Yeah. My legs already were grumbling and thinking about mutiny from yesterday's killer treck and I was to go participate in a relay. I had to ride 10 km with a mountain bike with miniature wheels. Results: we got the second-last place the other battalion team got fifth.
But when all's said and done, I had fun. And...and...and.... "Look! Look over there! Civilians! Living civilian lives!" They army boys got a chance to be civilians again for a few hours. We basked in the July sun, went swimming in the lake and I got to ride a bike. On th way back we went shopping and I bumped into a friend in the book store I was browsing. SHOUT OUT: MAARJA!
Did I mention the intense July heat? :D