And I'm Gone, I'm Gone

Swim (Tuesday am)
1 x 200- warm-up
5 x 200- 3:00
1 x 50- easy
2 x 50- butterfly
1 x 100- Cool down

Bike
time- 2:27
distance- 38.38mi

First, every needs to watch this before they read anything:

Is it stuck in your head now too? Good, because I spent all of yesterday's ride with it stuck in mine. Not that I'm complaining, it's a great song by an excellent band. But that's an awful lot of, "Livin' after midnight/Rockin' 'til the dawn/Lovin' 'til the mornin'/and I'm gone/ I'm gooooone." *
*Dirtbag Metal Aside- Anyone who knows music knows this, but it's my blog and I want to talk about it anyway. Judas Priest not only helped create the metal sound, they also created the metal look. The best part about that is the lead singer, Rob Halford, is gay. Nothing wrong with that, but back in the 70s and 80s when Priest was huge he was still in closet. Well, as in the closet as a person can get dressed like he is in that video. Looking back now, from 2012, absolutely no one is shocked to find out that singer is gay. I mean, look at some of their song titles. Ram It Down. No Life Til Leather. Turbo Lover. Judas Priest Metal is not subtle. So Rob, being a cosmopolitan kind of dude, did some of his shopping in the gay shops around London. He would by a leather this and a studded that and one of those whips, then he'd wear it on stage. Because it looks badass, right? And the impressionable young men in the audience would see their Metal God stalking the stage geared up like a biker from hell (or SoHo), and connect how cool he looked with how great the music was and conclude that they too needed some dead cow. Then they created bands and pretty soon the audience and core of the heavy metal movement all dressed like the gayest guy in the room. And that, mixed with the hyper-masculinity of heavy metal, is an awesome mix. Halford is a metal god, the man's voice sounds as great today as it did 30 years ago.*End Dirtbag Metal Aside*
I failed completely on Monday. I had no interest in working out at all, so I didn't. Day off and all that. Tuesday I really did want to workout. I took the day off for personal reasons and because of that I was able to visit Super Awesome Wife in her classroom and meet her kids. Four SPED 3-year olds. Really cute. But that put me on an artificial timetable that I screwed up when I slept in. So I only got a short swim in before I had to haul down the hill to spend time with her. Then after I visited I planned on getting home, changing, and getting out for a run. But circumstances conspired against me and I didn't have time before we had to go out again. So I pretty much suck on Monday and Tuesday.
Wednesday I was good though. My plan was to run to 24 Hour Fitness then take a spin class. Why? Because I've never done one and I figured it might help my cycling. I called ahead to see how early I should be there for the 6pm class so I would be sure a spot and the crazy woman on the phone said an hour to an hour and a half. What! I didn't hear you right, say that again. "Yes sir, there are already people here waiting to get on the list that opens at 5:00." It was 3:30. Forget that noise. So I strapped on my helmet and went out on my own. Down Pineapple and out Dillingham. Windy as all hell out there, which was nice on the way out- tailwinds are the bestest! But the way back was down in aero, stay low, drop into lighter gears, and wish Diesel was there to give me a pull. I texted him, but he must not have had his phone on him or something.

View from the end of Dillingham. I win.

Pineapple was a good sufferfest. I managed to stay present for most of it but did float off in a thought bubble for a few minutes. Gotta get better at that. Still, I feel like I pushed through pretty well. Still got burned by the imaginary the Grey I was chasing. My excuse is he's 25 pounds lighter than I am. This ignores that fact that he's nearly 30 years older than I am.
...shut up.