We have been home since Tuesday and honestly, I think I came home with someone else's kids. These kids in my house do nothing but bicker, bicker, bicker, and that's not all, one of them keeps bursting into tears, one has started (gulp) pushing, and the other one, I swear, he hates me. Naturally this has had an inflammatory effrct on my usual pre and current monthly hormonal imbalance and damn these replacement kids couldn't even care less about my own personal brain chemical fluxuations. I wanna run away from home. Seriously, I am tempted. It's just that I know they would find me, so I have to stay or take them with me. Either that or (and I have always thought that this should be universally instituted) we need to have family Benadryl night. I would really like to enjoy these replacement kids when they are awake, but I'll settle for passed out drooling on the couch. Anything to stop the bicker bicker bickering.
In other news, I swam yesterday and figured out why it is that sometimes I get a little panic going and feel like I can't breathe. It is that when I get tired I get sloppy and I don't rotate my body all the way during the breathe. I swam conscious of that and swam much more effectively- even though I couldn't see the bottom.
Today I biked. I did about 15 miles with my babe Kitten, who is doing the tri for the first time this year. It was good because her pace is just a little bit faster than mine. I can go her pace but usually don't because when I am outside biking I am typically too busy thinking things like "Oh, look at the pretty pond." and there is no spin instructor there inspiring me to go faster or turn up my resistance, so I just go Lalalalala cruising along. But Kitten took the lead and I kept up with her and it was good. Then when I came home and replacement Evan (see first paragraph) looked like I had just broken up with him because I cycled with another I told him we could go out for a little spin with him so I did 2 1/2 more miles with Replacement Evan. Biking with him is different because he goes slow and I have to make my gears as hard as they can get to pedal slow enough and still keep my feet moving, so I get a different kind of workout. All in all it was good. I am glad I did the distance. I'd like to work my way up to 30 mile rides. I wish my seat was more comfortable.
My big triumph of the ride was going up the really big hill that I couldn't make it up last summer 1 mile per hour faster than I was going up it this spring. Kitten lives on the top of that hill and was standing there watching me grunt my way up, so I gave it an extra oooomph and actually passed a snail this time. Nothing can stop me now!
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