Week #1 of marathon training is now in the books and it was a complete success. I ran all four planned runs and got in three days of cycling for cross training. The running and swimming portions of the month-long triathlon are coming along just fine, but I’m struggling with the cycling. My ass goes numb after about 30 minutes, so I don’t see me being able to crank out more than 10 miles in a day. At least not during my cross training days in the next week. That leaves me just four days next week to complete the remaining amount towards 112 miles. Eh, it’s more exciting when it comes down to the wire anyway, no?
This morning I got back to swimming after a brief hiatus. It was a busy day for the pool, but I was all right sharing my lane with the lanky young Mediterranean guy. He was lovely eye candy. However, I picked up the pace when sketchy middle-aged speedo man sauntered by and cast lewd looks upon all the women in the pool. He was headed towards the sauna which I knew left me little time to complete my laps and get the hell out of the pool before he came back. The speedo had to have been from the 70s as it looked more like Depends masquerading as superhero underpants. I’m assuming his super power has something to do with how fast he can contaminate a pool with his infected junk.
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Listening to: Into the West – Annie Lennox & Howard Shore