The Worst Sound Ever
Not a lot of blogging on this site huh? Hmm where to begin. As some of you know I have been doing some running and swimming in anticipation of doing Xterra Ogden. I ran college so the running comes pretty easy. Swimming though, lets just say I have my issues. I have been going to the pool at least once a week since late winter (for the most part). I have been making progress but I am not comfortable at all in the water. I am even less so when people are swimming close to me. I don’t know how to describe it but I really really don’t like it. Anyway despite my fears i rented a wet suit and registered for the Scofield Tri in the Sprint division. Rachel told me to line up on the outside so I would have fewer people around me which was good advice. I was loving how bouyant the wetsuit made me feel. In fact I was pretty confident that I would do a decent swim. The gun went off and there I was in my own little recreation of the opening of “Saving Private Ryan”. 3 seconds in a kick to the face knocked my goggles off. Shit. I kept going, getting kicked a few more times. About 200 yards in I am pretty sure Kimbo Slice connected with a haymaker from Nebraska. My world was rocked! I swallowed my body weight in water and my vision was blurry at best. I floated on my back for a few minutes until my vision cleared and finally started the slow humiliating swim back to shore. I did find my goggles though so that was pretty sweet. Is the Universe trying to tell me that Tri’s are not for me or is it a test of character?
It has been almost 2 weeks and I have not been back to the pool. I will but not really sure when. With 100 degree days on the horizon that may nudge me back soon. A mile swim for Xterra? Not this year.
On Wed I road my bike to pick my car up from the dealership where they were replacing something on the Cray Supercomputer that runs the damn thing. So anyway I pick it up and head downtown to do some work on my duplex. After laying some paver stones I left to go home and get ready to sell my soul at the cube farm. Since I was in the ‘hood I figured I would stop by the Whole Check in Sugarhouse to get the Yerba Mate Tea that I like that the downtown location is always out of. I pull in to the up uncovered parking and the single worst sound I had ever heard came from my roof rack. F@&*! I ran my custom Six13 into the inexplicable iron bar they have over the entrance to the UNCOVERED parking lot. I was in shock. The only road bike that ever fit me was now in 2 pieces. F@&*! How could I be so stupid. I have seen half a dozen people do the exact same thing in that parking lot over the years and I always wondered how they could be so stupid. Well I guess I don’t need to wonder anymore.
