Friday: rode 25 miles.
Saturday: Swam 2,000 yards. The life guard asked if I was the 'Gary' on the neat board on the wall that documents those that have swam the equivalent of the Panama Canal. Apparently I could earn a free Mexican dinner certificate or something from the Y if I participated. I said "No, I'm not Gary...but I could probably swim the Panama Canal". She agreed.
Sunday: Rode 70 miles / ran 5. Hooked up with some guys at Foster. One of them has done 8 Ironman distance triathlons - and boy did it show. I've ridden with him before - he rides with the Dentist. It was a pretty good ride once my Memorial Day Cookout from the previous night hang-over wore off in the heat. The 5 mile run was in the HEAT. I had to take a quick 20 minute nap after that ordeal.
Monday: Ran 2.2 easy with Zeke the dog. I keep repeating the words "with me" trying to get him to learn a phrase that means something.
Tuesday: Boot Camp. Only two of us showed up, me and the leader of the group. So - we ran a few miles and did push-ups. It was a bust.
Tuesday Night: Ran 6 miles then watched the boys play a double header until 9:30pm on a school night. To bed at 11:15pm.
Wednesday: up at 4:45am. Drove to the downtown pool. And then, catastrophe! It was bone dry. I hate that feeling. I was there, I was ready - and the pool was closed for repair. I quickly turned around and drove to the other Y across town. Swam a good 2,800 freestyle workout.
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