Amazing how tough she is when I am driving by. She was decidedly less tough when I stopped, parked, and got out to ask what her fucking problem was.
Watch out little girl, Ironman training is ramping up and I am on 22 Weight Watcher points. I want to kill people that I actually like. Beating your skinny ass would be like a present to myself.
Ran 10 miles on Sunday. Sadly this was NOT at the San Joaquin Hospital 10 miler that I said I would do with Punk Rock Tri Guy because I am an asshole and did not register in time.
No excuses. I am an asshole and very sorry.
I did have a great run Sunday at my beloved Baylands. (link to cool pics. Not mine, nor hubby's) It was the first long run I have done alone since July (well shit, it is the first double digit run I have done since Barb's *blushes*). LA Run Buddy was out of town at a wedding (in Minnesota of all places! Who the hell gets married in Minnesota in January? I mean, I know those people are tougher than your average bear, but damn! )
Anyhoo... the run was beautiful and just what I needed for my Sybil-esque mood swings.
Hubby upgraded my drive train to 10 speed Ultegra components for Xmas (Yes, with a compact double. Dear God, my granny ring is gone! I am SUPER apprehensive about this but he assures me it will make me stronger. If he is wrong guess who gets blamed for this IM failure?) and this week we got them on and I got the try them out.
I am not sure if this is the crankset I have, but is it a compact double
It is taking some getting used to the shifting differences between my old triple and the double. Without boring the snot out of you, basically the front rings have a bigger difference between them, so you can not just go down into your small ring from the lowest gear of your big ring when you need it to be easier without uselessly, yet feverishly, spinning your legs looking like an IDIOT as you struggle to not fall over and shift up madly.
I have yet to actually fall, but I have scarred a few small children in my presence as I these episodes occur. I have to say my husband barking at me that I need to "plan my shifting better" and "anticipate the terrain" is SUPER helpful and VERY appreciated.
I am forbidden from saying anything negative about swimming.
So it goes... 6 months and 25 days to Vineman. God help everyone that has to deal with me.