Mission Postponed

Wife was not feeling good Saturday night, so plans for Lowell got pulled Sunday morning.  Spent the day taking care of the kids and doing yard work.  Very very sad.  By the end of the day I started feeling punky, but kept my cookies.  Skipped swimming Monday and back into the pool on Tuesday, a few pounds lighter from my involuntary fast.

Speaking of swimming, I have no idea if I am getting faster, but I am having a good time.  Nothing like continuously holding your breath while your brain is screaming “BREATHE DAMN YOU!!!!”  I have been put into enough uncomfortable situations in the water that tri starts are going to seem boring.  Never know what Coach N8 is going to throw at you in the morning, and you definitely don’t want to be subjected to a disapproving look.  It’s pretty funny to see a lot of middle age folk cowering in the pool.  Ah, to be young again.  Go West Side!!

Mission is now switched to Easthampton.  I really didn’t want to drive across state again, but gotta do it. Two weeks in a row without a race is not an option.  More good news: an academic paper got rejected for a conference in Paris, which means I can extend my cross race another week in December.  Honestly, I’d rather race cross in the cold and snow than hang at a conference in Paris for a couple of days.  Going to a conference in Paris is not the same as going to Paris.  It is largely hanging around a hotel, and in this case a French hotel.  I guess I am a little world weary and busy to be enticed by baguettes and berets.  Cross racing more fun.  If the conference was in Belgium, that would be another story altogether.