Thar she blows!

Yet another day at sea...which is to say that today's bike/swim workout was once again in the rain. YES! Does the fun ever...start? JKJK. We swam about a mile and biked about 25 miles up in Novato. Also, Nate showed me how to post photos. Just imagine this photo of Flipper was in my last post.

Over and out.

Look Out, Flipper!

On Tuesday I swam more than a mile for the first time! Yes! OK, ok, it was only 1800 meters and it was in the swimming pool, not open water, but still! Maybe I couldn't beat Flipper in a swim relay yet (as in, "I haven't seen 'Evil Dead 2' yet"), but I bet I could annhilate him in an arm wrestling contest.

I took last weekend off to visit Bend, Oregon, so this weekend's swim and bike combo should be a wakeup call. Bring it on!

Dites "Fromage!"

I can't figure out how to post photos! Rats! I promise to post some as soon as Nate and I have some free time in common...I hope that happens before Honolulu!

I Think There's a Leak in My Swimmies!

When I started the day on Saturday, I already knew the definition of the verb, "to chafe," and the definition of the adjective, "waterlogged." However, by the end of Saturday's workout, I had learned what these two highly descriptive words mean. Our workout began in Larkspur at Redwood High School at 9am. The warmest part of the workout came first: swimming. We swam about 3/4 mile in the outdoor pool, then had 15 minutes to change (no time to dry your hair, but really no reason to, either...) before we got on our bikes. I rode 14 miles in the rain, which was at times a sprinkle and at times a downpour. Afterwards, I put on my less wet shirt, and got in the car to leave. I thought I felt terrible, but the more I thought about it, I realized I felt terriffic.

Does This Daisy Basket Match My Streamers?

This morning was the first official TNT SF Tri Team workout. I arrived at the Presidio Sports Basement parking lot at 8am and stood in the February air waiting to get my bike safety-checked and quickly turning into a mini iceberg. We took a short ride out to the Golden Gate Bridge and my little icicle fingers never warmed up. Clink! Clink! Everytime I shifted gears, I hoped those little iciles wouldn't snap off...let the season begin!