Masonry

I know this is a late post but hey, that's when I finish my day. After a long day at the office and an even longer day in class, I went into the gym for a brick workout at 10pm. I knew that the long day was going to affect my workout but I need to get the miles in if I'm going to be ready for the Olympic (which, after doing the Bonelli Sprint I'm reconsidering the Oly...maybe Santa Cruz?).

Uneventful, but I knew it would be. Started with a 5 min walk, then did 2 miles in 30:25 (~15:13 min/miles). Then it was a quick dip in the pool for 1000 yrds in 22 min (~2:12 per 100 yrds). The run wasn't a bad time but I didn't feel that I could have gone for that extra mile. The swim started bad. Couldn't get into a rhythm until 600 yrds into it. Then it started to feel good. But as I was getting into the groove, two young'ins (whipersnapers) jumped into the lanes. One in my lane and another in the next lane over. Not that I'm a lane hog or anything (and god forbid if I'm as bad as "flipper") but they were friends, so why didn't they share the empty lane? I finished up my swim and offered some free advise to one of them. "Hey try to keep your left arm from coming up so high out of the water, it'll save you some energy." This is the response I get "What the F#($@ do you know about it!" If there is one thing that I can appreciate is when someone is trying to help me out. If there are any coaches that want to coach me for free...by all means, bring it on. Kids...can't swim with'em...can't kill'em. Why am I saying that? Mrs. TriVortex and I are only going to be 27 in a couple of weeks. We have the same birthday. And before you ask...Yes, Month, Day, & Year! When we met, it was so weird that I made her show me ID. Anywho, I'm starting to feel old. I'm the old guy in class that's not going back to school. I never left, just a few classes here, a few classes there. Geez, its really turning into, not quite a 10 year plan, but pretty darn close. I'm getting off topic, I shrugged my shoulders, turned by back, and walked away. I could hear them call me a P#$$@ (a woman's Poom Poom). I ignored it and went to the lockers and left. Hey I don't need to go to jail for ripping apart a minor do I?

PS. I still need a name for my bike. See the previous post.