When I got to the pool this morning my triathlon buddy was there and we hadn't connected for about 2 weeks. Of course we acted like 2 kids chattering about our latest adventures in training and racing, as well as our usual gear discussion.
He's more than 10 years younger than me and accordingly faster but he's a really good guy and I love shooting the breeze with him. The first order of business was a review of my marathon, the results of which he already knew from checking them out on line.
I guess we must have demonstrated the exuberance we have for our sport because after 5 minutes of our end of pool discussion the lifeguard sheepishly approached us with a request form the aqua-fit instructor at the other end of the pool. "Could we keep our voices down a little?"
I demonstrated my incredible maturity by laughing out loud and then explaining to the lifeguard that as sorry as I was that she had to come and ask us that, I had absolutely no intention of keeping my voice down. She apologized but felt she had to humor the bitch. I say maturity in my case because what I really wanted to do was yell across the pool to the instructor and tell her to shove it right up her tight fuckin ass!!
There are places that call for a certain amount of solemnity, or reverence. Maybe in church? Maybe at a yoga class? Maybe in a funeral home? Maybe during a public speaking engagement? Maybe in your own home if you so choose.
But now ever in, at, or near a freaking swimming pool! Absurd!
Despite this very small annoyance I had a nice encouraging swim (very noisy, lots of splashing) and then rode in the basement this afternoon as the weatherman was uncooperative today.
On the injury front I think my feet are getting a wee bit better but I will know better after tomorrows long run. Unfortunately in my inherent idiocy I both stabbed and crushed my left hand while working on my bike last night. It is swollen and quite sore right now so we'll see how that turns out as well.
Speaking of my bike I found a few little problems with it yesterday which are easily solved but it got me thinking one more time about maybe a new one. I asked my partner for her candid thoughts but despite my request to think it over before she answered she insisted on an immediate exuberant "damn sure!" I don't even know how serious I am yet but it just feels so good to know that my wife thinks I'm important enough, or rather maybe that she thinks I deserve it. I'm not so sure myself but who am I to question her on such an important topic. :) I'll let you know where I go with it.
(swim 2000 metres, leg weights, computrainer 1hr, 40 mins)
"A solemn, unsmiling, sanctimonious old iceberg who looked like (s)he was waiting for a vacancy in the Trinity."---Mark Twain
He's more than 10 years younger than me and accordingly faster but he's a really good guy and I love shooting the breeze with him. The first order of business was a review of my marathon, the results of which he already knew from checking them out on line.
I guess we must have demonstrated the exuberance we have for our sport because after 5 minutes of our end of pool discussion the lifeguard sheepishly approached us with a request form the aqua-fit instructor at the other end of the pool. "Could we keep our voices down a little?"
I demonstrated my incredible maturity by laughing out loud and then explaining to the lifeguard that as sorry as I was that she had to come and ask us that, I had absolutely no intention of keeping my voice down. She apologized but felt she had to humor the bitch. I say maturity in my case because what I really wanted to do was yell across the pool to the instructor and tell her to shove it right up her tight fuckin ass!!
There are places that call for a certain amount of solemnity, or reverence. Maybe in church? Maybe at a yoga class? Maybe in a funeral home? Maybe during a public speaking engagement? Maybe in your own home if you so choose.
But now ever in, at, or near a freaking swimming pool! Absurd!
Despite this very small annoyance I had a nice encouraging swim (very noisy, lots of splashing) and then rode in the basement this afternoon as the weatherman was uncooperative today.
On the injury front I think my feet are getting a wee bit better but I will know better after tomorrows long run. Unfortunately in my inherent idiocy I both stabbed and crushed my left hand while working on my bike last night. It is swollen and quite sore right now so we'll see how that turns out as well.
Speaking of my bike I found a few little problems with it yesterday which are easily solved but it got me thinking one more time about maybe a new one. I asked my partner for her candid thoughts but despite my request to think it over before she answered she insisted on an immediate exuberant "damn sure!" I don't even know how serious I am yet but it just feels so good to know that my wife thinks I'm important enough, or rather maybe that she thinks I deserve it. I'm not so sure myself but who am I to question her on such an important topic. :) I'll let you know where I go with it.
(swim 2000 metres, leg weights, computrainer 1hr, 40 mins)
"A solemn, unsmiling, sanctimonious old iceberg who looked like (s)he was waiting for a vacancy in the Trinity."---Mark Twain
...and please note in the quote below that I capitalize God which I am not always want to do so. My reason? Because this is the God I believe in...
"From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watches them play and forgets the priest"---Rabindranath Tagore
Love
Peter
Love
Peter
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ReplyDeletewhile I understand your reluctance to abide by the wishes of the aqua-fit instructor, I would encourage you to consider those with perhaps even less hearing that you have...
ReplyDeletelove you!
are you coming to visit me soon?, Rob is really looking forward to trying out some new bike seats
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