What's worse than waking up before the crack of dawn to go for a swim? Waking up before the crack of dawn and finding out the pool is closed! I had good intentions this morning to swim, but it turns out there was an "issue" with the Lakewood Y pool. Rats. Wasted a good extra 1+ hour of sleep.
Last week was a trip, both literally and figuratively. I was in Bend, OR for a few days and went for a swim. Even though it's not a tremendously high elevation, Bend is at altitude. I have enough trouble swimming that I don't need to be sucking air because the oxygen molecules are farther apart. But at least it is a great pool and I had a good swim, 3600 meters' worth. Other than my legs feeling a bit like concrete, my run in Bend wasn't bad. I ran along the Deschutes River Trail, and it is quite scenic. It's nice to be in the middle of town doing this, and feeling like you are a million miles away from civilization. I also had a rude awakening, as I was passed on my run. I'm not the fleetest of foot (never was, but I've gotten slower), but I am not used to being caught from behind when I run. So, whenever that happens, it suprises me. And the guy was not one of the lean, runner types either. He just was a pretty fit regular-looking guy that was moving faster than I was. Time to play more golf.
4 weeks 'til Wildflower!
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