S: Tuesday I was planning on spinning for an hour and swimming for 50 minutes, but I forgot my cleats and didn’t even have tennis shoes, so I extended the swim. Great workout, but as with scoops of ice cream, two mediums would have been better than one large. I can actually do 50 fly now without drowning, pretty impressive huh. Maybe I should go after A’s 100 yard fly time. In related news, J swam an awesome 100 breast at Thursday’s meet. Dropped seven seconds.

C: Thursday’s 75m spin felt like twice that. Kept it light and easy. Read the paper cover to cover, listened to music, reread the paper. Maybe I should go to three shorter sessions. Sunday’s ride was spectacular. Sunny, mid-50’s, and I felt pretty good as a result of the forced end of season taper. I’m proud of the progress I made in cycling this season. Took a small step. I’m stronger, but not strong. To reach my 09 goal for total miles, I’m supposed to do 300 this month, but I’m on pace for only 200ish.

R: Felt Sunday afternoon’s windy bike ride on the way to the track on Monday morn, but the Human Supplement wouldn’t let me coast. He’s gone from loathing to luving the track in three short weeks. Middle of pack splits, but the final 1200 was hard. What to make of Double S? He met us on the way to the track, disappeared for the bulk of the track workout, and then reappeared for the final, most difficult split. He blamed g.i. distress, but basically he Couged it until his conscience kicked in. We’re granting partial credit. Friday’s run was like Sunday’s ride, spectacular. Ran mid-day, sunny, mid-50’s, went topless for probably the final time of 09. Too much information? Stored lots of Vitamin D, skin cancer be damned. Car drivers were incredulous which was funny. Saturday’s run was fun. I attribute the huge turnout to Friday’s email describing the flattish out and back route.