dear promises of global warming. i hate you.

You know that feeling when you get in your car after it’s been sitting in the sun for a couple hours? And there’s that extreme heat that makes everyone scream for rolled down windows. And if you breathe that hot air in, it almost hurts.

Yeah, I crave that heat.

Here’s the deal. I teach backyard swimming lessons. 6 or 7 hours/day. It pays rediculously well, but it’s SO cold. Like the last fews days it has been overcast, windy, with no sun. And, perhaps because we’re in a recession, folks would rather spend their money on my instructional abilities than they would on heating their pools. That means there is no sun, a cold wind, and most pools hoover around 75degrees. I’m not even kidding.

Go ahead, try standing in that kind of water for 7hours, with no sun, and very little movement (teaching 7-year-olds doesn’t demand I move all that much), and tell me you don’t want to punch those global warming idiots in the face. 

Training, however, is sweetness! Today’s swim was 9X300 best average on 4:30 (painful, but Tom/Dorelle kick up a badass draft). Bike at night was 90minutes with 2X20threshold (I haven’t felt that good in forever), into a 6k progression run. I did the bike/run solo because of my teaching schedule and I was SO pumped with how it went.  Great day. Really, really great day. Oh man, just so loving this sport right now.

It’s all coming up Milhouse.  (except the lack of sun, of course)