I am beat. Somehow it’s 10:30pm and the boy has just settled down for the night. I have my fingers crossed for a late morning wake-up. 7am Lord? I’m still feeling a bit seasick from the aqua jogging tonight. I couldn’t get to the neighborhood pool until 5:20pm — prime cannonballing time for kids and their dads. The pool is maybe 20 feet across and I jogged back and forth (and back and forth) next to the wall to avoid getting hit. The rebounding waves had me bobbing around like a cork. I’m sure that’s good training somehow, right? I did try to appreciate how much fun everyone was having — while I concentrated on not vomiting. I was not particularly successful. (Yeah, so the whole adversity-revealing-your-character thing from yesterday … Grouchy old lady revealed.) I think I’ll write a book if I can get through another Leadville on pool training alone. What I Talk About When I Talk About Aqua Jogging. Or How to Train in a Low Altitude Neighborhood Pool for Your Next Mountain Ultra.
(And have you read What I Talk About When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami? I’m getting it for the next Asa-free flight. Two books in the same month? Reading rockstar!)