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I love the smell of chlorine in the evening.*
I walked in the door this evening and Dave almost immediately commented on the pool-chemical smell. Aaaaaah. I feel like a triathlete again!
I swam 2200 meters tonight! Go me. It turns out I do remember how to swim. That's the first real swim workout I've done since October. And I have a lot of catching up to do -- I have to knock about 10 seconds off my 100m time to get back to where I was.
Readers from the flatlands can see what we San Francisco cyclists endure enjoy a daily basis in this entertaining video. (Thanks to my friend Annette for the link.) The final block up to our street is a 19% grade. It never. gets. any. easier.
*Smells like... victory. Huge apologies to Robert Duvall.
February 1, 2006 9:40 PM
That clip was great.
That video is classic. The guy riding up those hills doesn't even look like he's breaking a sweat. I would be grimacing and using impolite words.