Today was just a normal everyday old workout day.
Morning lap swim at 7:30AM. I finished off 42 laps (which makes 1920m in metric units), working on my stroke mechanics with some hand-paddle work and isolating my arms using the pull buoy, also a couple of straight 500-yard sets. Pretty straightforward.
Then I checked the radar before going out on my bike. All clear, no blobs at all. That's funny, the sky is looking kind of dark to the south - just where I'm headed.
So naturally the skies opened up on me not once, but twice. (No, that's not me in the photo, I just liked it for the cycling in the rain theme.) I thought to myself, "Thank you, Madame Pele, for bringing me rain to strengthen my resolve and to prepare me to ride through anything that may happen at Panama City in November." It didn't last long each shower, didn't rain hard enough to hurt, I didn't have to do any maneuvering on slick places, and didn't have any effect one way or the other on the humidity, actually. It's all good.
I put my watch on 10-minute beeping intervals and did 6 or 7 repetitions of 4 minutes of higher cadence (90-94 rpm), 5 minutes of lower cadence (80-84 rpm), and 1 minute of stretching and drinking water and eating my apricots and cashews.
As I approached home at about 11AM, two of the Presidential helicopters flew directly over my head. That means that Cheney or Rumsfeld (or both) knocked off early for the weekend and headed out to the Secret Undisclosed Location, which happens to be on the other side of town from my house. (So I told my workout buddy David, who is also a gummint employee, that it was okay for him to knock off too, since the Boss was already gone).
This felt like a pretty routine workout day, although I was pushing myself for a lot of it. Funny how one's perspective changes, isn't it? Not too long ago this kind of three-hour workout would have had me sleeping away half the afternoon just to recover. Instead I feel fine and I'm ready with plenty of energy for getting up tomorrow for a nice long run (10 or 11 miles?) with my workout buddy David. I guess that's one reason we train, eh?
The humidity is forecast to plummet to a mere 91% when we're going to start tomorrow morning. That's going to feel absolutely desert-like, I expect.