Waddling

This is really Tuesday's 2nd Blog:

Andrea gave me permission to use the title. She said she was waddling today. I didn't notice at all. I think she is "wishing". I though, was definitely waddling today.

I woke up late and was not focused on triathlon stuff at all. By the end of the day I was a little frusterated with the lack of discipline. I hope to get back on track soon. The intent was to ride on the trainer 3 hours, and fit in a swim or run wherever.

Instead, we had some more important tasks to complete - more baby gifts! My wonderful aunts are putting an "over the miles" baby shower together, so today we had a chance to get some of the gifts together to prepare for the big day.

After we picked up the gifts and ran a few other errands, three hours on the trainer was still possible. But since we had our last birthing class in the early evening, Andrea suggested I make some Banana Bread for the class. I think she was tired of the old bananas in the fruit bowl. I was keen on being the future father of the year, so I made the banana bread.

Finally, On the trainer. It was a constant struggle for 1:20. My legs were so sore from the weight lifting. I felt every pedal stroke. 80 cycles a minute times 80 minutes = 6,400 opportunities to say OUCH. Finally after 1:20, I had had enough. I cracked. Absolutely, didn't want to play anymore. My IPOD was telling me to do more, but my legs were saying "NO!", My heart said to slow down, but my brain was "willing" more pedaling. It was a period of acute self-awareness for the whole 1:20. I spent 10 additional minutes cooling down, and then cleaned up the sweaty floor. I should have gone swimming.

Our final birthing class was real enjoyable. It was a fun experience. Once we arrived home, I went straight to bed. However, Andrea was cleaning and fixing stuff up until the Weeeee hours of the morning. She even had snacks ready in my suitcase and the coffeemaker was ready to go at 4:30 a.m. . . . Tell me that isn't "Nesting". . . . .

If this sounds a little rushed, it is. And if your on the 12:35 flight from IAH to Nashville (BNA), I am on my way to the gate . . . . . .