July 17, 2009
Freakin Hot
Topped 90 today and I spent a huge amount of my day in SWAT gear with some scenario training. I have weak legs. The youngsters trotted up this short hill with the surefootedness of mountain goats. Glen asked me if I needed a tennis ball for my muzzle as I kept falling and couldn't help but use it like a crutch. Bad form. Gravity ruins me. It was just over 90 in the gym, maybe a bit cooler, but that's what it was outside, and both Will and Lance suffered. We Washingtonians are not accostomed to such blistering conditions. Brenda thinks Scott was 19:07 this morning for 300 but forgets Jen M. and Rachel's time...I'll get it out of the book tomorrow.
Brenda and I have a sprint tri tomorrow. Just a quickie, an 800 yard swim, 15 mile bike and 3 mile run. If I have a really good day I should have a 16 min swim, 4 min T1, 48 or 49 minute bike, 45 sec T2 and 24 min run. That would be 1:32:45. That seems slow. I need to break 1:30. Brenda just said she is not worried about such things. Maybe so, but I am not obsessing.
I'm not obsessing.
I'm not obsessing.