1. Sometimes I hate my dryer.
I'm the kind of person that thinks that an article of clothing is worthless if it can't be washed and put in the dryer. So regardless of washing instructions, that's what I do. My roommates are so much better than me. They take out appropriate garments and air dry them. Not me. So when I went to the dryer this morning to empty my clothes I was very disappointed to find one of my bras.... in 2 pieces. Like I don't have enough of an undergarment problem with the labrador that has a taste for my underwear! Pretty soon I'm going to be resigned to granny panties and sports bras. And I wonder why I'm single?
2. The Elections
New Flash.... If the exit polls are correct, for the first time in my 10 years of faithful voting I actually may have voted for a winner! Sad but true.
3. I joined a new team!
Blogger Wes has nominated me official trainer of Team HM Express ! It's a group of wonderful people in training for half marathons. Since I'll be tackling Vegas, and probably Cleveland as well, I thought what the heck! Not sure how great of a trainer I'll be, but it should be tons of fun. Anyone want to join us?
4. Organization takes so much time
I think I spend a good 30 minutes preparing for the next days workouts. I have it down to a science now. 1. Get food ready for the morning and to last through an entire day of >2 hours of training 2. Fit all my clothes and accessories for my swim and run into tiny little swim bag. I've become quite good at it, actually 3. Lay out clothes for the morning. This is essential, as my normally terrible fashion sense turns downright vile at 4:45am 4. Don't forget to set the alarm 5. Make note of things I forgot to do from said list so that I can remember to do them right when I wake up because I'm too tired and lazy at 9:45 to get out of bed to do it.
5. I discovered the world's most perfect recovery food:
It was a dark day in my history. I was 16 and still so naive to the ways of the world. I made myself a extra grande double expresso mocha from the bagel shop where I worked. That was the day my lactose intolerance got the best of me. 3 hours of bent over, fetal position style cramping abdominal pain. I haven't touched chocolate milk since.
Until this morning.
Sweet, sweet morning filled with sunlight and anticipation of the day ahead. I finished a grueling 75 minutes on the trainer and then I tried it.
Approximately 15 seconds and 16 ounces of the sweet nectar of the Gods later I knew I had found the fountain of youth. Chocolate soymilk. I easily could have drank the entire half gallon. But I knew that would be robbing me of the pleasure after tomorrow's swim. It will be a post-swim meal to remember I'm sure.
A Few Good Swims
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