Fun in the park with Puppy

BIKE: 8.5 miles in 40 mins with the Puppy
SWIM: 1750y in 45mins at the Y-masters

Recently JM told a story about a bike ride that was notable for it's distinct lack of triathlon. An old bike with all the usual old bike fixins. The ride wasn't about the miles, the hills, or the heartrate. The ride was about having fun.

I decided that somewhere within this 17 hour week, I needed a little fun. And a break. So I took the Puppy out on a long commute into work. We went looking for gravel trails, mulch trails, and sidewalk-less areas with success. I also tested out the FP trails for the first time on the Puppy. I road them once on the Bird with no luck, just the wrong gearing and tires. Puppy, on the other hand, bounced right u the hills, bumping over roots and rocks. I love the sound of the tires on pavement--the hummmmm like mud tires on a truck--but I love even more the light rubbery sound of a large tire going over roots and track. This bike just flies over rough terrain, CX season will be a blast!

After another day at work in which I didn't eat or drink enough, I came home and ate dinner--fish, sweet potato, and peanut butter. Not all at once, but sequentially. Do you know what protein and fat do in your tummy? Besides refuel all the spent calories from the past week? The sit. They don't vacate or move out. They take up residence and hang out for awhile. It's why dieters are told to eat more fat and protein, they are satiating. But I'm not a dieter, I'm a swimmer, and I had to swim on this tummy!

So off the hubby and I go to the Y. I'm secretly hoping he doesnt' want to go, or that class is canceled for some reason. I'm just too tired to swim, and too full. But wouldn't you know, Rich wants to go and class is on. I spent the 45 minutes hoping to stay in a heart rate zone that didn't reroute blood from my tummy. And hoping the pool wouldn't have to be closed for...ahem...cleanup. Luckily, the iron gut held out, although my focus and swim form suffered for it.