Well, I did it. There I was, playing around with my color scheme, messed it up, tried to wipe the slate clean, and I did. I wiped out all those carefully accumulated links on this blog. Now I have to re-do them all. F***!!!
Swimming. It went reasonably well this morning. I took it easy, played around with different strokes, worked a little on my freestyle position, and watched the clock until it ticked around an hour. Then I was close to a mile so I kept going for a few more laps. 1800 meters or - better yet - 1969 yards to the good. They were turning off the lights because they are trying to repair the women's locker room for the zillionth time, but it was kind of neat, like swimming at night with the pool lights glowing through the water. Today I learned that even though I can run about half as fast as the Skinnyfast People, I (currently) swim only a quarter as fast as the Skinnyfast People.
Bikes. So I'm not a highly skilled bike mechanic after all. I was trying to install a forward bent seatpost on Old Blue, the bike trainer bike. However, after many hours of forcing, jimmying, and cursing, I discovered that the bent seatpost that I just bought is 27.2 mm diameter and Old Blue's seat tube has a 26.8 mm inside diameter. I mean, that's 0.015 of a freakin' inch difference. I think I need a bigger hammer. After all, if it doesn't fit, force it! At least I wasn't designing a Mars lander....
My girls. Catherine's learning to be a scientist, just like her Mom. Her latest experiment is combining Poptarts and Juicy Juice and examining the viscosity of the resultant slurry, and its adhesion properties on her plastic tray and her clothing and my clothing. Elisabeth has been working on re-engineering the plastic training potty we got last weekend for $1 at a yard sale. She's been taking it apart and tossing away the seat and using the pan as a stylish and jaunty cap.