Saturday, February 20, 2010
I thought: "I learned to swim in Acapulco, just like "el mismisimo Santo" (yes, that is a very local Mexican joke), my technique is perfect, I am such an accomplished swimmer". Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. At the first "hey Adolfo, you really open your legs wide open when you breathe (no adult jokes here, please)" I realized my technique was not as pristine as I had thought and that in the pool I probably looked more like an overweight chicken than a triathlete....
Now, one thing I want to ask is, why do architects in Northern California think outdoor pools are a good idea? This is not LA or San Diego where warm weather is the rule. In the mornings and at night it's always cold in the Bay Area. This means you always freeze your ass off when you get out of the pool. If anybody knows the answer, please let me know.
Out of the pool and on to the running. Before we went for the 3? mile run, we had the pleasure of meeting a lovely kid who had leukemia but was now fully recovered. Her mom told us her story and everything they went through. You kind of feel bad about complaining on cold water and wind when you hear these stories.
So, off we go for our run. Very similar to the Wildflower course according to the coach. It was a very, very nice experience to run beside so many people cheering you up. The picture you see up here is me trying to catch up with coach Cindy.
After ~3 miles of going up and down the workout ended. I must say I felt pretty damn good of having done all that before 11:00 am on a Saturday!
