I Do Other Stuffs Too

You know, 

I do things besides run. And yet, I still seem to write more about running than anything else.  I am training for a triathlon and I do swim and bike.  A lot.  And yoga.  Is that a verb?  It is now.  So here is a random post full of shameless self pics, detailing some of my recent non-running training. 

Week before last I swam the farthest I've ever swam - 3, 000 yards.  Yep, this Pink Raccoon (oh, the tragedy of goggle eyes!) swam 3, 000 yards.  In a row. Without stopping.  The biggest accomplishment, I think, is that I did not lose count!  Since you're really not supposed to take pics in the locker room, it is my goal to make the most ridiculous face possible.  Mission accomplished. 

Goggle Eyes Galore

I got my 75th class bracelet in yoga.  Y'all, believe it or not, I don't like being recognized publicly.  Quel embarrassment!  So when she called my name at the start of a very full class, I half considered just looking around like everyone else, wondering, "Who is TPG, where is she?"  But Violator was right next to me and I had a feeling she'd start pointing at any moment.  So I sheepishly raised my hand about 4 inches and accepted my bracelet.  Bendy.  That's me.

Yep, I'm that brown and that veiny. And my wrists are that much smaller than my man hands.  

I've been on my bike too.  Oh, I just love to ride my bicycle!  Here is a lesson in cycling from TPG.  First, put on as much pink as you possible can manage.  My toes even match my kit - that is dedication right there, folks.  And no, I don't have cleats on my flip flops, although you can get sandals with cleats.  Crazy talk right there.

It's a good idea to try to take panda shots while you're zooming down the street. Yes, it is terribly unsafe and crashing is a real possibility, but we've got a blog responsibility, right?  Exactly.  No, I don't have a hunchback, I've got bottles stuffed in my jersey.  It's still pretty warm here and I only have one bottle cage on my bike. Right now.  

When you see the first sign that simply states, "Trail Closed" just ignore it and figure if it was really closed, they'd have the sign in the middle of the trail.  Oh, wait, yep, they meant it.  Okay, well then, scoot around the barricade to see if maybe they are just joshing. They weren't.  Oh wells.  

If you come across what you assume is a dead snake in the road, it is best to turn around to investigate.   If you tap your foot near him and he moves, welp, he's alive!  This snake.  I was just trying to move him off the trail so that he wouldn't get run over.  Because he was all lying there like it was the snake beach or something.  And you know what?  He tried to fight me!  He rared up all aggressively and I was like, "Whoa, snake, I don't want any trouble!  Get run over if you must."  Silly snake, everyone knows if it came to blows, I'd win.  #97hamsters

Above all else, smile.  My bike is my happy place.  When I'm in my car or out running and I see a cyclist, I always think, "I wish that I was on my bicycle!"  (and when I'm on my bike and see a runner, I think, "I wish that I was running!")  I loooove riding my bike, zooming through my community - it's like being a kid again.  The best.  

What is your favorite type of cross training activity?