Hello from the broiling pan. It is absolutely brutal out here right now, just like it is across most of the country. Buster doesn't have enough "hot"s in his vocabulary to describe the nastiness of the weather currently.

I'm surviving it, but it has really slowed down my training this week. I find myself chopping down or chopping out workouts, but that's not all bad. I'm doing a sprint race on Sunday (yes, the swim is in a cement quarry - should be interesting) and while I'm not tapering per se, it won't hurt to go into it with rested, fresh legs. A fast time would be nice, but I'm looking at it more as a competitive training day, experimenting to see what works best for my body going into such a short race, and how that helps me going into the next one. I'm keying on the Mossman Olympic tri in a few weeks - that's the one I want to perform in, if for nothing else than being at home and in front of family.

I did go to do some laps in the outdoor municipal pool yesterday evening - it's been a week since I did any kind of serious swim workout (a couple quick dips in the local swimmin' hole don't count). The pool was downright hot. Not very fun to swim in at all. We barely get an hour to do my workout, since I can only get there at 6 and the pool is open a ludicrous 6 hours a day. Last week I added a sunset track workout in after the pool. I tried yesterday, too. Really, I did. No more than a warmup and a few laps of strides, and that was it. Enough of all that thick, hot air.

I'm just not going to kill myself in this weather. Call me a wimp or whatever. I don't care.

Labels: cursed heat, easing up