Last night was supposed to be a 45 minute spin. The way it worked out instead was to go to the home and garden show. I haven't been to one of these in a while. There's way more hucksters flogging swiffle mops, and cookware, and gawdknowswhat. And hot tubs for crying out loud. There were a zillion of them there. And NOT ONE OF THEM had a BBCB in it. That's Beautiful Bikini Clad Babe for those who haven't had their morning coffee yet. Don't these people realize what a selling feature that would be? Sheesh. So lots of walking. Does that count? My heart rate was under 120.....
Anyway we didn't eat any of the very expensive foodlikesubstances there, and stopped off at a neighbourhood pub we've been meaning to try. Not bad. At home I was reading mail and relaxing for a minute and fell asleep in the chair. When I woke up a few minutes later, I took it as a hint and went to bed. So no spin.
This morning's swim was a tough slog to start.
500 m in over 10 minutes. Everything ached. Sloppy stroke.
10 x 50 m in 50 seconds on 1:15 start. Nice and relaxing, and things started to come together, but I was still tired.
50 m in 42 seconds, just because. This wasn't totally all out, but was essentially my top smooth speed, kind of the equivilent of spinning without bouncing.
10 or 15 minutes core in the dive tank.
Overall I'm only going to call it 30 minutes.
The number is a heavy 238 or a light 239, depending on how you look at it. I guess the cookies during my Brown Paper exercise caught up to me. And while I was doing that I found out my morning drive to work was going to be hell. They closed Deerfoot N between 16th and 32 to investigate a pedestrian being struck by a car. WTF is a pedestrian doing on Deerfoot?? Then I heard there was an accident on the ramp from Deerfoot North to 16th. I went way east and up 52nd then through the Sundridge commercial area to get to work. Then there was a car that had a front wheel fall off 52nd northbound near Memorial. So if your Calgary buddies that work in the NE are a little cranky this morning, cut them some slack.