Blues Monday

I don't really have the Monday blues. Nor am I listening to Blues today. I just needed a title for this brain dump.

This weekend was a busy one. No, we didn't go through any drive-thrus. Nor did we celebrate parent's day (sheesh! How unAmerican can we be?!). We did walk and run and play at the Relay for Life that was in Beaverton this weekend. Ben's bjj gym had a team, so we helped out (I guess?) by walking and running a few laps. We also had Bubba with us, who, if I remember correctly, walked nearly a mile and ran over 1/4 mile. He's better conditioned than I am, and I have a triathlon to compete in in less than a week.

We FINALLY brought the last load over from storage and closed our storage unit account. No longer will I pay some unknown entity $115 a month ( that's almost $1400 a year!!) for the priveledge of housing our junk. I'm hoping to sell some of it, give some away, and find a place for the rest of it. Actually, the house isn't looking too much worse for the wear (so far). I am glad that we have 3 more weeks before our first official visitor, though. It's a little bit of time to figure out the last of the nonsense. Hopefully, Ben's friend doesn't mind a stray rubbermaid (or big wheel) laying around.

I ran 4 miles yesterday. I got a facebook update that one of my good friends from Omaha ran 16. He had a torn labrum repaired a little over a year ago, and I remember not too long ago, him being excited about a 1 miler. At this point, I figure if I can run 1/4 the distance he does in the same amount of time it takes him, I'm doing pretty well. I tease him that he got a hip replacement from Bea Arthur. I guess that means I can't keep up with a dead woman. Hm...I failed to swim this weekend, though. I might try to get to the gym tonight, instead. I have a good reason why I skipped it, though. There are only 2 lanes at the pool at my gym. There were 4 people in the pool. Normally, that wouldn't phase me. I'd hop in and share a lane with a couple of people. Eventually, I'd shame them out of the pool. Yesterday was different, though. 2 of the people in the pool were having a "sword" fight with noodles. In different lanes. Across the lane line. Blocking the other two people who were legitimately trying to swim laps. I didn't feel like getting mixed up in that. Especially after gasping out 4 miles on the treadmill.

This week is "train like an Olympian" week at my gym. 1/2 way through spin class with a guest instructor this morning, I wondered if I was training like an Olympian. It was a tough workout. Like...real tough. As the day goes on, my legs are getting more and more tired (sore?). Hopefully, I can make the walk home tonight. One (or two) more tough days of training before I focus on recovery workouts. I'm starting to get excited.