Racing a storm.

I sat glued to my computer all day. Excel land. Working through a problem, deeply involved. I packed my bike this AM, as it was a beautiful day for a ride home. At least that's what I thought until I looked out the window and saw the approaching storm. It was 4:45pm and from the West approached a big Indiana thunderstorm. I had to transition quickly from sedentary mode to athlete.

I changed my clothes in my office and raced to my car - yanked my bike from the hatch and was on my way. The sky to my West was black and ominous and rolling. Rain drops were starting to hit me before I got on my bike. In my haste I didn't notice my slightly opened car windows. Unfortunately, I'll deal with that in the morning.

The ride was great. To my back was the Valley of Death as the huge storm chased me. To my front were blue beautiful skies. I put my head down and peddled for the blue, and my life, right on the cusp of the rain, thunder, and lightning. Looking back once I saw a pretty big lighting bolt shoot through the sky. The storm was blowing hard to my back. It was intense. I sustained 28 mph for a fair stretch. Memorable. I'm glad I did it. I arrived safely at home about 50 minutes later, perhaps my best time yet on my 18 miler.

This morning I swam 2,000 yards. My legs felt yesterday's 15 miles. My times were slower than normal throughout the whole workout, which was kind of depressing. Main set: 200 /100/100/ 4 x 50 Free. Then again Backstroke. 100's were 1:10's (pitiful) 50's were :30's.