I've had some great workouts since my last race, including a very social open water swim last Friday:
My husband was even there, wearing the awesome suit I bought him, but he left before the picture. I practiced drafting and learned that maybe I should just focus on learning to swim straight before I do serious harm to someone. I also gained new respect for some of my teammates. Me: "Do you think XX is peeing right now? [as XX hangs out in waistdeep water with a serious expression]" Teammate: "I don't know, but I'm peeing right now while I'm talking to you." Names left off for obvious reasons.
I have groused here repeatedly about my swimming, but Friday I felt like I had a breakthrough of sorts. We were swimming on the course I recently raced on, where it took me over 13 minutes to complete the swim. On the 3rd of our half-mile laps, I decided to go hard on the way out and did my best to keep up with my coach (who I think was doing an easy cooldown). This got me to the buoy in 5:35. Now I'm willing to believe the course isn't quite symmetric, given the curve of the buoy line, but still: I could have kept that up for the second half, I think, and no way that would have taken me 7:30 to get back, barring an incident with a snapping turtle. But I've never swum that hard in a race--partly because I am afraid I can't keep it up (only now I think I can), and partly because I find it hard to focus. But focusing on trying to keep up with or catch someone worked well, so now I just need to get better at finding that person in a race. Also my coach noticed the totally dorky way I was sighting (pulling entire head out of water) and gave me some tips on that, which should help.
I biked once with a friend from work, where oddly enough we ran across this on our way back to the office:
I also had a great ride Saturday with Alicia, where we managed to keep up a decent pace despite spending much of the time riding side by side to chat.
The weather has turned back to summer again, such that on Friday afternoon at work I found myself fantasizing about this. And then I came home from work to find that my husband had read, and acted on, the same article:
Really, it has so much fruit and veg in it, it's like a health food. But even this drink wasn't enough to cool me off, so Saturday I made a last minute hair appointment and got most of it chopped off.
My hair is now approximately the shape of a bike helmet, which seems sort of ideal from a triathlon, if not a fashion, standpoint. This picture is especially nice because you can see the progress of the injury I sustained from