Curse You OPEC Bastards!

Ok Today despite lack of a check from the State of Connecticut for my hours of lounging by the pool....my gas gauge did not want to help my currently "delicate" fiscal situation...when I dropped my sister off at school and looked at the lovely little red arrow pointing at E....with at least 4 round trips to Central and other various running around before my guaranteed pay day next Thursday I decided that I was left with no choice (unless I wanted to run the 25+ miles to CCUS) but to put my account in the red ( unless of course that overdue check shows up today!) and fill up with that lovely over priced crude oil...( somewhere in Saudi Arabia a member of the Royal Family is smiling and considering buying another Mercedes.) Money Rant almost over....to collect the $250 for IM NZ from the Tri club I have to sumbit a funds request form and a reciept for either
a) my race entry
b) my air fare
c) my hotel

Well the only reciept I have is for my IM entry (Haven't "paid" for my airfare and I paid Ken Via phone for my hotel)....bad news its in NZ $ so this could be interesting......I'll submit that seeing if anything can come of it other wise I should have my plane ticket in about a week.

so now officially money rant over.

Last night I went running with Bjoern in the nice part of the New Britain Ghetto...about 6-7 miles in under an hour so it wasn't bad, granted I missed masters, so my lungs will repay me when I hit the pool tomorrow night.
I went running this morning before work...my usual 8 miler. I needed to get the monetary stress/ and the fact that our four dogs are driving me over the edge in some diabolical plot, to turn or house into a litter box, or me into a pooper scooper, out of my head before it drove me "insane in the membrane." quoting Cypress Hill now that's old school. So yeah my mental condition is typical of a month out of the 1st Ironman, and also of that after Christmas paying for all the stuff you spent way too much on and your income tax check is weeks away period. up and down and mostly neurotic
Like I said things are getting better, they just take time....which is a luxury that I don't have at the moment.

In the mean time would anyone like a kidney....I can give you a good deal.

The Ben Gordon of going insane.
R.D.

The endorphins will bring me out of it: or 5000 + yards

When I got home from work today I was drained, emotionally, mentally and physically. I came in not speaking more than yes, no, IDK, and some sort of Neanderthal grunt. I went napped, got up for practice still felt like crap, but decided to man up and swim off the catered lunch we had at work today....thank you boss lady :) Anyway went to practice and point blankly stated I didn't care if I talked to another homo sapien from now until the world came back to its post holiday senses ( Dec. 26...everyone is way too hung over from egg nog, beer, punch, uncle tim's mystery beverage...) Karas gave this grumpy amphibian the workout 5200 yards of bliss.
Warm up
500 swim
500 pull
500 kick
Easy enough took off so pre holiday rage
200 drill
focused on some technique started to calm down
3x100 on 1:25 build
didn't shatter any records but got it done.
Main set The pyramid
100 free easy on 1:30
200 free build to strong on 2:50
300 free build to fast on 4:15
400 Free build to max on 5:30
300 Free Easy on 4:30
200 Free Build to hard on 2:45
100 Free max effort on 1:25
I got the set done and let my mind wonder. What was really stressing me out? Should I give up this sport and focus on more important things? Doubts, fears, and what I was going to do about them. I have decided on one thing I am going to write a lists of doubts and tuck it into my back pocket as I do my Ironman I have decided as soon as I cross the finish line I'm tearing that paper into smitherines and tossing it into the nearest tiki torch.
any way the next sets
4x100 pull on 1:25
3x150 on 2:15
2x200 on 2:45
150 cool down.
I got it done and felt pretty good after the fact. I have come to the conclusion that if I don't top 50 the swim somebody's on some serious roids, either that or the kiwis are bred for this.

I have decided that I'm going to invest in an old colonial/New England cliche to use for the finish of my large tier races a vintage DON'T TREAD ON ME flag. Seriously Macca has his Aussie flag, Faris Al Sutan has whatever part of Germany he's from flag, the Basque riders in le tour have their flag, so I will Have Don't tread on me, a piece of New England nastoliga plus the attitude of an Ironman. Like I said early I apologize for being out of it in my last couple of posts the holidays just always seem to get me down. Well anyway those are my ramblings tomorrow I have a brick/Christmas shopping to get done. Leave some love or hate or psychatric advice.

Ye Rebel Triathlete
R.D.