It’s rained for the last few days, leaving me indoors for most of the day. A glimpse of what living in the PacNW looks like. I don’t mind the rain, so long as you are prepared – armed in your awesome fitting trench coat and fire engine red rain boots. I am starting to miss my belongings in storage and look forward to being reunited with clothing and shoes that are not for sport.
In Vancouver, I often passed signs of dog groomers, I want that for me. A full day to be scrubbed from head to toe, haircut, nails, everything. After months of being dirty and sweaty, I want that Pretty Woman/Cinderella moment.
I swam with the Whistler Tri team today and lake conditions were bad. Due to the rain and winds, I felt like I was in a washing machine. Waves were turbulent and hard to swim over. When I got out, someone asked me, you’re a pool swimmer, aren’t you? I suppose so, definitely not a lake swimmer but I hope to make it thru the Ironman. I know hope is not a strategy. I met some other tri club people today who are very fast and obviously well trained. It is such a difference living here, and training every day in these waters, among these mountains. I wouldn’t be surprised if it is the locals who post the fastest finishing times.
I am thinking of wearing a costume on the bike and run. Something that won’t interfere, suggestions are welcome.