The Thrasher

I'm been trying to be good about asserting some discipline into my training but with the blues dancing festival in town, From Montreal with Love, I tell you, it was tough. I slipped in a very short 800 m swim before heading out for the Sat. afternoon dance. Got complimented by the lifeguard who is also teaching the Master's swim class on my technique ... Woohoo!

Then after a short and sweet supper at JC's, I headed out again with a backless red dress to the Valentine's dance.

An incredible band, The Fried Bananas, played that night ... oh my God. They played perfectly, and many times I had to ask myself, "Is this a CD playing?" The vocals from trumpeter/vocalist Annie Callahan were absolutely sublime, one of the best voices I've ever heard live.


Got in a total of 6 hours of dancing ... does that count for something?

Sunday, after a meditation workshop given by a super talented actor friend, MR, JC and I met up at the pool and ... it was CLOSED! Probably being shocked after "family afternoon" produced an accidental floater.

So off to JC's we went and after a delicious pasta supper, we ended up watching "Little Miss Sunshine". Was I supposed to stay that long? No ... I was supposed to be a good disciplined athlete at home spinning away. I totally suck at this discipline stuff.

Monday ... short swim 750 m before heading out to go Jive dancing to celebrate the end of my work contract.

Tuesday ... Having had a few beers the evening before, I had left my car where I had parked it and of course, to avoid getting a parking ticket, I elected to run to it. 5k done. Then JC and I met up for a swim in the afternoon and I managed 10 x 200 m = 2000 m. Yay!

What was really funny was how a certain individual, The Thrasher (so named by both JC and I), had real difficulty with his ego when I would pass him, even sprinting after me once so that he could slap my toes a bunch of times before I dropped him. Of course I'm gonna pass you, silly thrasher man. Your body position is totally wrong and you're dragging your legs behind you. Your arm strokes are everywhere and aren't even entering the water cleanly.

Sometimes I'd like to offer advice to swimmers like The Thrasher, but alas, I'm pretty sure pool etiquette dictates a "no" to unsolicited advice. Actually, it's probably more like "bad swimmer" ego dictates "no".

Wednesday ... 45 min. spin on the bike.

And today? ... I guess I'll have to check in later ... Wish me luck.