Today was supposed to be the day I either A) drowned or B) died of hypothermia. Evidently, neither of these things happened.
Backing up… since today feels like it’s been a ridiculously long day! One preceded by an interminable holiday, which I will not discuss because it is over and I don’t care to dwell on it.
The insanely hot temperatures abated somewhat today, so I took advantage of that and went for a run.
I suppose this looks pretty run-of-the-mill and uneventful, right?… I read way too many running books over the holiday, by the way, and my head was kind of spinning, so I decided that since this would be my longest run of the week, it would be a slow one too. And since, for some reason, the pace I see on my Garmin in real time differs a bit from what I see when I upload the data, I was under the impression that I had finally, finally, finally achieved the perfect negative split. Which is a lot easier to do when you start out s-l-o-w-l-y.
Yeah… two seconds. I wanted to scream when I saw that. But, actually, that wasn’t the most frustrating part of this run… it was quite lovely, in fact, until the last five minutes, when I was jumped by a dog. You see that 183 “max HR”? It had nothing to do with the fact that I was running; I was doing quite well in regulating my heart rate until I was attacked by a creature.
Seriously — if you are walking your dog, what the hell is the leash doing in your hand if it isn’t attached to the dog’s collar?!
Yeah. I was not a happy camper. So I took Shower #1 of the day.
But I did go get my cadence sensor fixed. Again.
And then I did something oh-so-exciting… tested out my new superhero suit.
You do not even want to know how long it takes to wriggle into that thing. Getting out of it isn’t much easier. For someone who dislikes skintight clothing, I tend to gravitate toward activities that require them. Anyway…
Open water swim time!
Obviously, open water doesn’t really freak me out. I’m just not very fond of swimming in the ocean; I like to dive there. And when 70° patches are the “warm spots”… not exactly pleasant. But I do have to say that this wetsuit surprised me — aside from my hands, feet, and ears, I wasn’t even really cold! I have no idea how far I swam, but I know that it definitely wasn’t a mile. Aside from the fact that I am ridiculously, insanely slow, it just seems silly to me to practice open water swimming in the ocean when the triathlon swim isn’t in the ocean, and when I know that open water doesn’t make me panic per se. Unless I veer off course and wind up swept out to sea, in which case, yeah, I’d probably panic.
I drove home in my wetsuit, because it was too much of a hassle to remove it, and took Shower #2.
Something I found mildly exciting:
Because sometimes I am too lazy / pressed for time to make my own muffins. And I love citrus flavors that don’t cause me to be in agony from the acid. Just like lemon yogurt, which I used to make a “parfait.”
Tastes like lemon!
Totally random, but I remember hearing somewhere that most triathletes panic when faced with open water. Do you think you would?!
And now, if you will excuse me — I need to go take Shower #3.
Have a lovely weekend.
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