Last night I had scheduled a 30 minute run and a 30 minute swim.
I took the short loop on my favorite trails. I wanted to track my stats, so I traded out my camera for my phone. This means there are no mouth breather running pictures of me. I'm sure your heart is breaking.
Runkeeper must have ignored the note I added for this run, which read "if I had balls they would be sweaty."
It was really, really sunny out. Which meant it was really, really hot. But, hey, that's fine. In 26 days I'll be kicking the sun's ass in Arizona, so I better get used to it, right?
Speaking of ass, every time my ass crack sweats I think about those anal leakage chips. Olestra? Yeah.
5 min warm up
cool down until full 30 min.
Daunting. 750m is the distance for my tri.
An, I did it. In 18:28. Which is fine. I can do better. I've certainly done worse. But now I know how the distance *feels*, and that's the important part.
Plus, it does wonders for my hair.
As I was leaving the pool area, it was possible someone was shouting my name. It was also possible that they were shouting something completely different. My ears get a little retarded. This happens to me a lot, and I always feel so stupid looking around when people are NOT calling out to me (because everyone is watching everything I do, you see). So, I just ignored it. Maybe my best friend from first grade was at the pool. I'll never know.