Oh, the Pain!

Before I start whining, let me first acknowledge that the sun is shining, and temperatures are warming up. Gas is less than 2 bucks a gallon (sorry, Mickey), and I just received word that I am enrolled in the 2015 Triple Bypass bike ride.

Many things are going well. Our swim team is growing, and some of the new folks are going to fit in very well. I still have a job, and entertaining Mohammad cartoons are abundant. Life is good.

My triathlon training hasn't been all that zippy, though. The unfriendly weather, my recent chest cold, and my unfortunate lack of internal fortitude have combined to keep me from achieving expected fitness and performance levels. And then there's my inherent clumsiness...

As I mentioned yesterday, there was a minor incident involving a rather violent impact between my foot and a concrete pool bottom. I'm sure that Franklin D. Azar would blame 24-Hour Fitness for the negligent act of having a too-shallow pool, but let's face it -- someone who has spent as much time in pools as I have should be able to adapt to whatever depth the facility offers. I should've been able to stand up in the lane without whacking the bottom with Lou Groza leg speed.

It does hurt. Fortunately, the pain should not prevent me from running or biking. Putting on socks is difficult, yes, and rolling over under the covers can cause a yelp or two...but general daily activities don't seem to be a problem -- once my feet are successfully inside the shoes.

So, with the Triple Bypass officially on my calendar, and the siren song lure of triathlons upon the wind, it is definitely time to saddle up and start putting in the miles. I appreciate any encouragement and motivation you can give me, up to and including a nice firm "Shut up, Dr. Smith!" whenever I start to whine too much. As always, your support is appreciated. Have a great day!