We’ve been busy. Not doing Triathlon stuff.

I threw T in the truck, and we road tripped huge the day he got out of school.

We went on a Mighty River Trek. We drove through 17 states, only 6 on the same roads, and did a big circle route down to the Mississippi in Mississippi, up to the Missouri, and up the Ohio, back home.

We swam in all three rivers; I stood with one foot in Old Man Mississip’ and one in the Ohio, at the same time. I plowed the Trucoma through the Big Mo’. We ate "Throwed Rolls" grilled bologna in a restaurant, camp food, fried chicken, and bugs.and a gallon jug of sweet tea. Celebrities dropped like flies, and a tree fell in my driveway at home, where I could do nothing, (Thanks Mark for moving it)

We went to Memphis and avoided Graceland like it was Neverland, but did see a cool statue of BB King. We went to the top of the Gateway to the West, (the Arch),

in St Louis. We saw the Louisville Slugger plant, and Churchill Downs, got hazed as a tourist, and drove down Mohammed Ali Blvd. And we spent a fantastic day at a water park on the Mississippi just outside of St Louis. We Geocached in 5 or 6 different states, much to T's chagrin. Got a parking ticket that was spotted from the top of the Gateway Arch, and a speeding ticket for 56 in a 45 coming off the highway in Cairo Illinois.

Good luck collecting that fine…dick.

We are back, and fine, and I am finally rested from it all.

Heavy duty training weekend

115 days, 19:16.21 to the start.

This weekend counts as a brick. It was 85 degrees on Saturday. We were skiing 16 days ago, so it’s time to try a brick. We’ll go bike/swim.

I threw T in the Truck, and off we went to Scussett Beach. The primary reason was actually to do some Geocaching. I scouted out about 9 possible caches, and it was time to finally drop off a Travel Bug we picked up ages ago. The Cape Cod Canal has a walk/bike path. There are miles of trail throughout the State Park, and there is the Mighty Atlantic.

We got there about 1:30, and headed straight to the beach. First, we walked out to the end of the jetty. Then, along the beach, looking for gems. When he was done looking for gems, I finally walked up to my ankle. Brr. I walked up to my knees, and the vicegrip of pain was starting to take its toll. However, I was starting to garner some attention, from the 150 people who were all fed up with the winter as well.

Couldn’t back out now. I took three stork steps through water about 2 feet deep and plunged. And then I porpoised up and out and about 50 feet up the beach.

I have been more comfortable. I checked the Coast Guard website, and the water temp was 42 on Saturday.



At least I didn't scream like a wounded bear this time.

After I strolled out onto the beach, and into the towel, we headed back to the Trucoma, ostensibly for dry clothes. I waited in the greenhouse front seat until I could feel my limbs again. Then I dressed and we grabbed the bikes for our Geocache adventure.

I swam a total of four feet, and biked three miles. We hit 7 caches, found 5, my gears broke, and we both wound up with flat tires. Timmy’s was flat on Sunday, you should see the thorn I pulled out of his tire. My flat was at the furthest possible point from the Trucoma we were going all day.


Well, at least I stopped shivering.

Monday.