Saturday: 21 lap swim and 13 mile hilly ride.

Today: 22 mile ride and 2.2 mile run (although I walked a fourth of it).

Michael and I are as of this moment near babbling idiots, but have strategically planned nothing else to do today.

The cat ate my swimcap.

18 LAPS IN 18 MINUTES!!!!!!!!

Of course, swimming that pace made my arms so tired that I couldn't get my sports bra on afterwards, forcing me to sit dripping in the changing room with my arms bound up over my head by a piece of spandex while my boobs hung out, but I'll still take my victories where I can get them.

Michael and I spent yesterday at a warm springs resort up in Middletown. Infinitely relaxing. Very new age, therapeutic waters, peaceful. I needed it desperately ( Read more... )

I think I mentioned that the new course for the race was shorter. I'm sorry, was I complaining about that? I am an idiot.

This is the new hill profile for the course.

Make sure to scroll all the way down.

I cannot do this yet.

Still hyperventilating.

This morning I swam the full length of the race (a half-mile), all freestyle, in 35 minutes. I had to rest after every other lap, but I'm still proud that I did the race distance in the allotted time and didn't do breast or backstroke laps ( Read more... )

Okay, we have a couple of those dusting cloths - the flimsy ones just a few notches up from paper towels, that come in the candy colors (pink, lavender, mint green) with the sort of herringbone pattern? They were very popular in the late 70's.

They have a name and neither Michael nor I can remember what it is.

What are they called????

Ok here's what I can do with 3.5 months left to train ( Read more... )

I think I may truly have been Scarlet O'Hara in a former life. Or some equally fritter-headed Southern belle who hides behind her fan during the day and lures the help up to her bedroom at night ( Read more... )

The good news: I can swim a quarter mile.
The bad news: I have to swim a half-mile.

The good news: I can do a full lap in 85 seconds.
The bad news: I have to rest three minutes between each lap.

The bad news: my swim cap makes me look like there's a brain on my head.
The good news: there isn't any. Don't look for it.