It's slightly demoralizing living around an elite athlete. Especially when she's amazingly cut, can jump six to seven feet straight up in the air from a standstill, and can catch bunnies. But no squirrels. And honestly, I can catch a ball more consistently.
I did a cutback week run yesterday, taking time to pick up branches. And do a lot of gawking. I got super lucky, and the GF had minimal damage despite many large branches falling on her roof and being flung from the trees above her house in the storm we had Friday night.
Then I did swimming and biking today, consisting of biking to the lake and enjoying the water with half the city's kids and delinquent teenagers, doing vague drills to improve my crawl, and biking back. It was fun. Everyone seemed to be having a good time.
This was a far cry from yesterday, which was blocked roads all throughout the neighborhood, the sound of chainsaws everywhere, and lots of people calling insurance companies and tree trimmers, and the power company running around trying to restore electricity.
With the help of ART man, my body seems willing to let me train slowly for a half marathon and sprint triathlon, so I am keeping on.
We got really excited yesterday about the idea of going to the Gay Games, what with their "everybody gets to play" egalitariansm that would allow us to compete, but then realized that was the one weekend of 2014 we have confirmed responsibilities that make it impossible to travel to beautiful Akron, Ohio. (I went to college nearby, with folks from Akron. It has pros and cons...)
At least I'll be in a new age group in 2018. But so will all those fast wimmin...
Speaking of which, for Pride Month I brought home the docos "Before Stonewall" and "After Stonewall." Well worth watching, or revisiting, for random bits of history and mini-interviews. Hiding in the basement for an hour in the middle didn't make it less interesting.
Happy Pride month.
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