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Wednesday. 5:30AM. Cycling indoors. I couldn't stand it. I rode hard, briefly, then dropped to the floor and did sit-ups, bench, shoulders, and some other weight lifting moves. Weight lifting places a greater stress on the body as compared to my other most frequent activity: typing.


Office hands can type like mad. But they suffer a bit on the cold iron in my basement.


Later on Wednesday I ran 5.5 miles. One lap with the dog and one lap in peace.


Thursday I did a quick swim on my lunch. 1,700 yards. Usual warm-up then 3x 50, 3 x 75, 3 x 100 descending. Then 300, 200, 100. A nice workout. All freestyle. Not a soul was in the pool - kind of creepy - but good for technique. I could watch the bubbles created by my hands as they entered the pool, unobstructed from other swimmers. I have my own theories related to hydrodynamics...the less air you catch when entering the water the more power you can generate on the pull phase of the stroke. It has to be true. Your hands play a huge role in swimming...try swimming with a fist sometime. You go no where. Simply opening up your hand is like turning on a propeller. I've never really been taught how to swim, I never swam age group, never read Swimmers World, never sat around at those horrible meets playing euchre with other kids waiting two hours to swim for 35 seconds. I started out in high school and had to learn quick. The expectation was that you already knew how to swim.


I ran last night - one quick lap. 2.2 miles.


Tomorrow I'm running another 1/2 marathon. One thing I haven't written much about this week is cycling. I've slipped a little. Alot actually. I'm starting to worry that I'm not getting in the workouts I need. Not enough time: work commitments, kids Little League, vacation planning, a minor cold, the yard, the dog, laundry for goodness sake. Trivial little things are interferring: I'm not even happy with my cell phone. It's a good life. I need to push it all away and just ride my bike more.