running

Late afternoon post-rain run

saw a bright rainbow
reflected in a puddle
on the running path

It's getting real

I went to Mexico as I do every year in early July. Had a great swim in Sayulita as my brother SUP'd nearby (I just don't like ocean swims when I'm alone) - we went past Playa de los Muertos, out to the point. Along the way someone came and nipped at the bottom of my foot, just to see what that big, slow white thing was. Not a bad swim, though it was hard to work with water as warm as it was. (I told Robert and Alexandra that NOTHING was cool down there - the furniture, the air, the pillow, the air from the fan, the water from the bubbler, the ocean... nothing. was. cool.)

A San Francisco haiku

hills and oxygen
eucalyptus scented air
in Golden Gate Park

Track haiku

new form of madness
track workouts at five thirty
finish before dawn

OK, that was a workout

After staying up late last night watching the Tour (the stage on which they climbed the Alpe d'Huez - who can turn THAT off and go to bed? when there's a growler of Kolsch from Elk Mountain in the fridge and one has a belly full of Thai food) I got up later than I should have, cleaned my kitchen, made a good breakfast, Facebooked, updated Altitude Multisport Club's coaches page and finally got around to suiting up for my ride.

Was quarter to ten when I finally got started.

Prime training weeks

A haiku:

the heat of the day
rarifies my oxygen
two hours' run, real slow

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