It’s been 12 days since I was last able to update my ‘training’ blog. This was, in large part due to the fact that my ISP appears to have been blocked by Google. Which means no more blogspot blog. I briefly played around with other proxy servers but, in the end, decided that it was easier to host my own Wordpress blog. Hence the new address 7kilos.hygga.com.
With that out of the way I can now contemplate the sadism of wetsuit design. Last week I finally received my new swimming wetsuit. A 2xu C2 that I bought from Wiggle. The price was right and it came in my size - medium. At least I thought that was my size until I tried to put it on. I pulled, I stretched, I sweated, I even humilated my ‘manhood’ (yes, it is that tight) but, eventually, got it zipped up. This couldn’t be right so I asked a friend for his opinion. He confirmed that it should be really tight but, since I didn’t trust him, I googled ‘How tight should a triathlon wetsuit fit?’. It seems that the answer is ‘very tight‘. Maybe even ’scary tight’. Anyway, I’m relieved but a bit concerned that I kind of like the way it feels. Now I’m not saying that I’m a masochist or anything but I did have a weird bike ride into work today. At the 10km mark, I started wondering to myself whether I had just ridden through the broken glass that I had seen on the path last week. It was the ‘cushy’ ride that took me down that train of thought. How it would really suck to get a flat and have to walk the last 5km in uncomfortable bike shoes. The ‘cushy’ ride, of course, meant that I had, in fact, punctured. Since I wasn’t up for the walk I thought about calling someone to come pick me up. And then I thought about how I had left my phone at home. I still didn’t want to walk so I decided to run the last 5km. I took off my shoes and socks, lifted my bike to my shoulder and started running. I did okay. I made it about 500m before I realized how cold the pavement was and how little skin was left on the soles of my feet. It was clear that this wasn’t one of my brightest moments, so I stopped, put my shoes back on and ran the rest of the way. Click, click, click. The annoying sound of bicycle cleats on pavement is something that I’m sure that I’ll be dreamin about tonight.
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