Better Days

Today Rocked. Especially in the light of last week, it was a very good day.

First - I finally went to the Master's Swim group that meets in a very convenient place for me. Like right across the street. Why haven't I done this before you ask? Because in the immortal words of Alanis Morissette, "I'm brave, but I'm chicken sh*t." I was so worried that I'd get left in the dust. If that's possible in a pool. That I wouldn't be able to do the workout and I would disrupt the entire group.

I was right about one thing. I wasn't able to do the entire workout. But it wasn't a problem. There were plenty of lanes and I had 1/2 a lane to myself, nobody tapping my toes. The coach on deck was incredibly helpful and encouraging. Apparently, my hand entry is "great". Who knew? I need to work on keeping my front arm out a bit longer, especially when I breathe, but I was starting to get the rhythm of that before I left. The most beautiful thing was, I was able to get in 2400 yards - 1000 more than I could have fit if I was swimming at my old venue. Which is more expensive. And lonely. And no one gives you helpful pointers and tells you that your hand entry is "great". I have to swim there on Saturday, because "my" group doesn't meet on Saturdays, but I'm never going back there for a weekday swim. Not in the foreseeable future, anyway!

Work was tolerable - though I was a lazy butt today. The weather was still cool but much improved - sun and everything.

After work, I pulled Pyro out of my trunk (my wonderful husband put her in there while I was rushing around getting ready for work - my attorney forgot his keys - on the morning before a trial - so I had to go in early to get the file and bring it too him at the courthouse. Yes, I am amazing. And Hubby rocks for putting Pyro in the car. You Rock, Hubby!! But I digress.) I pulled Pyro out of the trunk, shaking miserably (me, not the bike), got on anyway (after cell-phone encouragement from Hubby - Again, Hubby is Rockin'), and rode about ten miles. Fifteen was the plan but I'm having fit issues that result first in painful hands after about 2 miles then in numb hands that don't work properly. For like days. Weird. But I digress. Once I got over the traffic (five minutes), I started having fun. I started hauling a$$ (when I wasn't stopping at a stop sign). 20mph was starting to feel normal - where before it felt terrifying and I immediately backed off. I didn't ride the brakes on every hill. I totally caught this dude on the hills and passed him - he kept going past me on the downhills or at intersections cause he was braver, but I'd get him on the uphill (well, I caught up with him and passed him twice). Very cool. I've discovered that I like saying "On your left." I was hoping I wasn't irritating him but the last time he passed, he had to go right because I was a bit to the left and a car was coming and he said "On your right" with a grin. We both gave each other good natured chuckles and he was off. I would have caught him. Totally. But I had reached my office again. I wish I could have gone longer, but it was good to get some quality time in and to see that speedometer around 20mph for most of the way back.

Big Fun.

Have a great week, all!