Slick

I broke down and bought road tires for my mountain bike. As in, no tread. As in, I'm afraid of the damn things. The guy at Bike Barn said I'm not going to fall...unless it rains [Houston's yearly rainfall average? 54 in]...and I don't stay in a straight line [news flash: I can't DRAW a straight line]

Have I mentioned I hate the bike? No? Sit down. pull up a chair. Let me count the ways....

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In other news, I swam a terrible 500 x 2 last night. That's what happens when I don't go to the gym for a week. Last night was the end of the funny business though. I have no excuses. There's only 89 days left!

I've been considering the Lonestar Tri -- GO DONNA GO!! -- but can't make myself commit. With only 27 days and nowhere near enough training in, I just do NOT trust myself.

I think this year's training is a reality check for me. I'm not sure what reality I'm supposed to be recognizing or what the eventual outcome will be...but there's something about training this year.