I’ve been out of organized exercising since I moved from the swamps to the mountains a decade ago but my old ways are catching up with me. This morning I’m registering a team for the Lake Logan Triathalon. It’s awesome because Lake Logan feeds the Pigeon River, which is not only named after my nemesii, but where I went twice last week for rafting and swimming in the glorious Midnight Hole. This Saturday it’s going to be all work and getting kicked in the face during the 1500m swim portion before I hand the baton to my unmet mates Tim and Ben. Our (my) stated purpose is to destroy Seth, who shunned me because I wasn’t Team Seth material. We’ll have to settle for destroying Seth’s team in our imaginations, however, because they’re way faster than us. The Tonya Harding strategy has been discussed.
Here’s a leaf from my training log:
week 1- 2 miles at the Y cold pool
week 2 – no activity
week 3 – no activity
week four – 2000k swim 3x
weeks 5-6 – see weeks 2-3, unless climbing up and down ladders counts as training
week 7 – John and Michael visit. Open Water Swim simulation during Pigeon River raft trip. Michael Brocato deploys hidden waterproof cigarette case. I bum and smoke my 3rd and most glorious cigarette in this life. Helmeted and life jacketed, head back and ears submerged, I drift downstream in silence, inhaling foul, poisonous, stimulating air in the cold river flow. Our rafting guide had never seen an open water immersive smoke-break in all of his 6 years on the river. Michael B’s an innovator. The Pigeon was actually moved over a couple hundred feet to make room for I-40 which was blasted through some of the roughest country I’ve ever seen. We smoked. The hawks soared high above. 18 wheelers roared alongside just out of sight.
Week 8 – Triathalon in 5 days. Swam half a mile yesterday. Blogged about it.