Banjo Cord

So my Chiropractor worked his magic on my upper half. My back and shoulder and neck were all wound up tight from all the stress. He took some extra time which was good except it made me rush out of there to meet a new realtor and I hit a pothole driving on to Glenmore. This has been the worst streak of bad luck/news ever! I sat in my car waiting for the tow truck to come trying desperately not to cry and thinking THAT IS IT. I NEED SOMETHING GOOD TO HAPPEN!

I started to think about my warrior from Austin, Tricia and how she's having to wait to hear from Health Canada if they can proceed with a third stem cell transplant. And about Doug, one of my fellow riders on the trip who's in the hospital with liver failure. I realize just how lucky I am to be on the side of the road crying about a stupid tire. Cancervive makes it difficult to feel bad for yourself and an excellent job at motivating you do to more.

Alright, enough about that. You came here for a swim update!

So this morning I woke up early excited about getting into the pool and seeing if Saturday with the 1:50's were just a fluke or a result of caffeine overload! Unfortunately the lifeguard slept in and so we waited and waited and waited for him to arrive so they could open the pool. Class is suppose to start at 6:45, we didn't get into the pool until well after 7:00. So it was a quick and painful 45 minute class.

800m
-descending on the 75m other stroke for 35
600m
-25m heads up
-25m doggie paddle
-25m sighting on the 3rd stroke
-25m backstroke
400m
-dps breathing on opposite 25m
100m
-25m front kick
-25m left side
-25m right side
-25m back kick

And no rest for the wicked!

I had the engineer all up in my stroke. Trying swim on top of me when I was already on the guy ahead of me heels at the very end of the lane. I thought to myself, what would Keith do in a moment like this? I know I'm a stronger swimmer then him and there is no way I'm getting stuck behind this guy. So I gave a good kick and pushed my way in front again and gave him the stink eye as I pushed off. He backed off and I didn't have him touching my feet for the rest of the swim!

Unfortunately my legs are still protesting, they are very, very, very upset at my BIG bike and BIG run back to back. I went to jog across the streets and my hip flexors shouted "OH NO YOU DON'T" My IT band is like a bass drum string. I think I am about to start a deep and meaningful relationship with my roller.