Who will stop the rain?

I woke up this morning to the all too familar sound of a driving rain beating against the side of the house. At this point I am no longer phased by the rain. On the walk to the car I make no attmept to hurry or stay dry. I realize that I can do nothing to stop it, so I might as well embrace it.

I arrive at the gym at my usual time of 5:15 am. I am continually amazed at the number of people that exercise at this obscene hour. There must be 30 people here already? I hit the bike trainer for an even paced 70 minute ride. I've scaled back the intensity today to ensure that I am not overworked heading into the Media 5 miler tomorrow evening. I want my legs to be fresh for a little post race bar hopping with a few of my closest friends.

I am ahead of schedule for the second day in row (tying my longest streak of the program) so I hit a solid 20 minute ab/core workout. Still flying high as I head down to the locker to throw on my swimsuit and hit the pool. To my surprise I seem to have forgotten my swimsuit. I've sabatoged myself yet again. I am my own worst enemy.

For a moment I toy with the idea of swimming in my mesh workout shorts....but without a working draw string the risk of losing my shorts during the swim is high. Though I am quite comfortable with my anatomy, I not so sure how the other swimmers will feel about it? Though the potential for comedy is high I take pass on the swim for today and will make it up tomorrow. So much for sleeping in on my one morning off.

Unrelated randomness: My wife and I watched Gran Torino this weekend and I have to say it was fantastic. Has there ever been a more BADASS actor then Clint Eastwood? He has to be in his late 70's and he's still got it.

Tomorrow's scheduled day off becomes a two a day for me. 45 minute swim in the morning and a 5 mile race in the early evening. Just another day.