After going through my list of things to think about while swimming I’m passed ‘thinking kayak’ and am now on fingertips along the water. Ian pointed out (after Ben had) that I was ‘waving to my mom’ with my right arm (on my swim recovery) and barley lifting my left arm out of the water. This was causing my left side to sink, my anchored hand fell, my momentum stopped and I wasted energy.
I worked on this in yesterday’s swim and it makes a huge difference. I swear I was saving about 20% effort and I felt faster. I’ll keep working on this and hope to see the results in a week at Vineman where I will crush.
Then I see this photo on the front page of Triathlete today. I think he’s waving to his mom.
On a completely unrelated note, my mom who reads this blog (hi mom) felt the need to contribute this joke to the betterment of your life. Don’t read it on a full stomach and please don’t hate me.
A man is dining in a fancy restaurant and there is a gorgeous redhead sitting at the next table. He has been checking her out since he sat down, but lacks the nerve to talk with her.
Suddenly she sneezes, and her glass eye comes flying out of its socket t oward the man. He reflexively reaches out, grabs it out of the air, and hands it back.
'Oh my, I am so sorry,' the woman says as she pops her eye back in place.
'Let me buy your dinner to make it up to you,' she says.
They enjoy a wonderful dinner together, and afterwards they go to the theatre followed by drinks. They talk, they laugh, she shares her deepest dreams and
he shares his. She listens.
After paying for everything, she asks him if he would like to come to her place for a nightcap and stay for breakfast. They had a wonderful, wonderful time.
The next morning, she cooks a gourmet meal with all the trimmings. The guy is amazed. Everything had been SO incredible!
'You know,' he said, 'you are the perfect woman. Are you this nice to every guy you meet?'
'No,' she replies. . .
Wait for it. .
It's coming. .
The suspense is killing you, isn't it?
'You just happened to catch my eye.'