Don't let the pictures fool you. I woke up this morning to leave at 5:45 for our Master's Swim Class (sounds awesome huh? I did "learn" and actually did 100m of butterfly for the first time today, anyhew) and I couldn't believe the snow streaming from the sky creating a thick 4 inches all over. I would be darned not to go (or something to the effect that Ethel would've said) and so I traded my flip flops for socks and sneaks, threw on my snazzy new coat (and you thought I wouldn't wear it again until next season) and headed out to scrape down the car. I tuned into 96.3 (they just jabber at 5:45 in the morning, its oddly entertaining) and the reports of accidents all over the place, they listed about 10 crash intersections, and then said there are many more, just everywhere basically. Again, thinking to Heck with them (or something similar to what Ethel would've said) and kept sliding along. Although driving a company car sedan, AK tricked it out with Blizzax tires for the season, which supposedly are the bomb diggity of snow tires (and you would know this if you endlessly listened to Sports Radio), so we did well. Got to Kate's, I couldn't believe she was ready to go, and off we went. All was good and cleared up by the time we finished the workout, but a little bitterness trickled along the day having returned to 40 degree walks and actually having to put socks on my kids.
Funny thing about what awesome Master class swimmers Kate and I are becoming. We arrive and the lanes are all full (typical) so Katie leans over to ask the first laner to share and I have seen her swim and am thinking "oh no Kate, she's fast") and then our Coach quickly intercedes and kindly suggests that the fast lady move to the "fast" lane and totally implying (correctly) that Kate and I surely need a "slow lane". We cranked out the workout, and even did our 300m at the end (in 6 minutes!) which is what we will do in the sprint triathlon. Nothing to it.
Little Red Riding Hood update. Click here to register. Let me know if you are doing it and we'll make a party of it.
I am registered for the 62 miler (100km) but the 100 goes all the way to Preston, Idaho which is tempting for all of the Napoleon fan in me. We can change our mind as we go...