Linda wins the race!

Linda is so proud of herself. Every year women put on a race. No advertising. No prizes except for social esteem and bragging rights. No timing chip. No starting line, for that matter. What is this race? It's the race to get your Christmas cards out.

This year Linda went through a diligent training routine. Getting her lists prepared. Checking her addresses. Making sure a big roll of stamps was on hand. Putting a date and time onto my calendar to sign cards, and hand deliver a few where we don't have an address. (We know where these people live, we just don't know the actual address.) There were a few odd sized ones that needed to go to the post office to be checked to see if they need extra postage. And what do you know? She got them ALL sent BEFORE the first one arrived in our mailbox. Yay Linda! For the record, the first one arrived in our mailbox the day after I dropped off the last one. My buddy BJ's was first to arrive. I have to say that if it was up to me, there would be no Christmas cards sent.

We changed up my schedule a bit this week in response to the camp. Yesterday was deep water running for 45 minutes. That was sort of odd, churning around the dive tank, not thinking of anything in particular, trying different strides. The only thinking I can recall is wondering if the time should go down as swimming or as core. I'm going to call it core. I was wanting to be in the pool, working on my stroke.

I weenied out of going to yoga, but I'll go on Friday. Last night I was feeling tired enough that I wanted the sleep more than the stretching. I haven't been sleeping well the last week or so, and this looked like a chance to get caught up. I was in bed, and asleep by 7:30 pm. Even when I woke up I managed to roll over and go back to sleep again, which is unusual.

Today was a tough spin workout. 1.75 hours of fun and watching my heart rate and cadence. A couple of the sets were right up on the edge, but it felt really good after. All the core except plank was good. Managed the front plank ok, up on my hands this time, though I just barely made the times. My left arm collapsed about half way through, and I can't do it all on my right side. I'll need to work on that.

For my American friends I experimented with a temperature conversion gadget in my sidebar, but they're all ugly and take up too much space. It's easier for me to write out both temperatures, and probably easier for you to read. That way, when I say it was -17 C (1.4 F) this morning, you'll know how impressed I am with my neighbour that lives in the cul-de-sac behind our house. He rode his bike to work today. Like always.