Half Iron Swim
You’ll probably read this one before the Thursday one, but the last thing I mentioned from “Missed Flyte” below was that I needed to get the swim over with.
Easier said than done.
You’ll probably read this one before the Thursday one, but the last thing I mentioned from “Missed Flyte” below was that I needed to get the swim over with.
Easier said than done.
It was only gone for a few days, but I got reunited with the Flyte on Thursday, and got a ride in as well. Kathy and Dan wanted to do a training/scouting ride. Roughly 12 miles from the start is a rather large bridge with a rather large elevation gain.
It’s been quite chilly and not the best riding weather the last couple days, but today, despite continued below-normal temps, the sun was out and I was dressed plenty warm. So… I extended my morning commute a few miles and then added on a few more after hitting the Y and voila…
10000 miles for the third year.
There’s definitely signs of improvement with the running this week. Going out and running a 5k as a race and netting a decent time is one thing, but what I am more interested in are the smaller gains. The comparisons from one week to the next of what at one time seemed difficult, or untainable, now seeming routine.
When I started five weeks ago, two miles wasn’t at all unatainable, but it was difficult. Today it was routine. And dare I say it… easy. This is progress.
One of the big problems I have with swimming is remembering how many stinkin’ laps I’ve done. I’ve mentioned this previously. Or have I? I probably can’t remember how many times I’ve written that I can’t remember how many stinkin’ laps I’ve done. I think I’ve also maybe mentioned that going by time is slightly easier. Or it would be… if I could manage to pay attention to what time I got in the water and what time I got out. I also figured that once my workouts got longer, and I broke them up into sets of intervals and drills, it would be easier.
Umm… no.
Got an email from Bryan early in the week. He was lookin’ for a ride this weekend. I had the run on Saturday but said that, assuming I was still able to function, Sunday was open. Bryan had suggested about three hours, but wasn’t particular on where or when. Later on Vince also said he was lookin’ for ride options. With one north and one south, I ended up being the in-between location and proposed we do a ride from Riverside Park.
Bryan informed me when I showed up this morning that Riverside Park is actually called Roadside Park. It’s right there on the sign and everything.
After the windy ride today, and having not hit the pizza box or the birthday cake too hard the day before, I stopped in at Susie’s Big Dipper for my usual Indecision Maker’s Special.
aka the five mini-scoop sampler
I’m not going to hold my breath, but the Polar might not be entirely drowned. Perhaps only water logged. I pulled it apart yesterday evening, got as much water out as I could and set it on the furnace registers to get warm air over it. Yesterday it had no pulse (display) at all. This afternoon there was a hint of an erratic pulse. I’ll leave it alone for a couple days and see what happens. Maybe I’ll get lucky like I did with the Inno.
Woulda been fine with 24:00. Expected 23:00. Thought maybe 22:00.
Ended up with 21:43. 7:00 minute pace, right on the nose, although none of my splits were even close:
Apparently when Polar tells you not to change the battery in their products yourself, they mean what they say. I had the brilliant idea to wear the HRM at the Y to get an idea what my heart rate and calories burned were. 400 meters later my watch is dead. I had forgotten that I had replaced the battery a year or so ago (or had a local jeweler do it, rather).
Crap.
Well, that didn’t go quite according to plan. I had anticipated riding out to Aileron for our quarterly company meeting, leaving early enough to get a tour of the facility. Instead, I left even earlier, trying to get at least a few miles in before I got wet. I got about .14 miles. Otherwise known as.. the end of my driveway. The Accuweather forecast the night before had predicted the rain wouldn’t be here until afternoon or evening.
Oops.
Weird day. I guess if I go chronologically, I should start with the Ice, not the Fire.
About a week ago I mentioned to somebody that I really hoped it got really cold before we left for Florida. The reply was, why the heck would I wish it got cold so soon?
I figure if I’m going to be going someplace warm, I want it to be as much of a contrast as possible. Going south in January or February makes more sense, if one is free to pick and choose the dates. End of October not so much. But… we’re going for a specific event and it has a specific date, so we don’t get to choose.
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