Snarky

Is feeling snarky part of the tapering process?

I swam today at the Y. Big deal. I couldn't swim in the cool pool because the Special Olympians were in there doing a practice or something. So I had to swim in the warm pool. Where a father swimming with his two kids and some bizarre lady who seemed disoriented and insisted on walking back and forth in my lane. Now I know I can always use practice sighting and all that, and I try to keep an even keel, but it was still distracting me and pissing me off. Like I really want to have to sight ahead every 5 strokes during my workout to make sure I'm not going to run into some kid right in front of their father.

1200 yards only including a "fast" 500 yards just to convince myself that I hadn't forgotten how to swim.

Which is slightly more than half of what I have to swim on Sunday, before cycling 56 miles and running 13.1 miles. I sure hope we have the 0 to 4 mph winds that are forecast. Except during the run leg when we will be likened to fried eggs on the breezeless baking pavement.

So I've been taking out my frustration by leaving snarky comments throughout the blogosphere. If you were the recipient of one of them - HELP SOMEONE STOLE MY PASSWORDS IT WASN'T ME

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And oh yeah, did I mention, my computer chair broke today, and my kid made a slurry of my bath salts in the sink, and then flushed a whole new bottle of generic Claritin down the toilet?