Dear Santa...

Believe in love.  Believe in magic.  Hell, believe in Santa Claus.  Believe in others.  Believe in yourself.  Believe in your dreams.  If you don't, who will?  -- Jon Bon Jovi

So, what does a triathlete ask for for Christmas?  I'm not into clothes.  I don't like jewelry - unless it's tri or running related.  I don't like perfume - at all.  I buy myself most of what I want...because the list isn't that long.  But come Christmas time, I'm required by the Big Man (that would be my husband) and the other Big Man (Santa) to cough up a list of things I would like to get that don't require me to try them on.  So what did I ask for this year?

From Big Man #1 - (and if you're reading this, hubby, the pictures are just illustrative...in case you bought something else...)

I asked for a Soda Stream.  I've kicked (mostly) the Diet Pepsi habit, but I still don't like the taste of water, so I'm obsessed with sparkling water.  Club soda.  Seltzer.  Whatever you wish to call it.  It would seem to be a simpler process if I could just bubble it myself.

Photo:  Amazon

I also asked for a swimming snorkel.  At Masters, on occasion, they do pull drills with snorkel and I have no snorkel.

Photo:  SwimOutlet

Finally I asked for a gift card to Lululemon - not because I plan on buying see-through yoga pants...but because they make a ton of tops that have thumbholes and you know I'm obsessed with that.

Photo:  Lululemon

So, what about from Big Man #2???

More calf sleeves.  Salted Caramel Gu.  Adjustable swim goggle cords.  Pistachios.  Yeah, I'm pretty wild.

Photo:  Gu Energy Gel

And my Christmas present for you?  Jon Bon Jovi.  In a Santa hat.