Back in the groove

Training has been really good today. I took a rest day on Sunday because I did my long run with Saturday night's 10k. I moved my swim to today so yesterday could be a rest day too. Seems to have worked out because I felt really good today. Feels especially nice to be back into the training groove after this weekend's funk.

I road around town with my new pedals for the first time today. The entire way to the gym all I could think was, "don't forget to clip out, don't forget to clip out, don't forget to clip out" lol I made it home without falling over on my bike, so I'm very happy with myself.

Swimming went well. Chris saw my bike at the gym and stopped in to join me, but he couldn't tell which one of the swimmers was me. He didn't recognize my new cap and suit, and I must have looked like the other real swimmers because he wasn't able to pick out my goofed up stroke :D

I did a 3 mile run after dinner. At first Jobber, my iPod, was being a jerk. I forget to put on my armband then put on my shirt, so the cord was flopping all over the place and wouldn't stay in my ears. I had to stop, shove my armband and cord under my shirt before I could keep going. Then my shorts would not stay out of my butt. Otherwise, nice and smooth. None of the problems from the 10k. Maybe I won't completely embarass myself at this Saturday's 5k.

Yesterday, we had a good afternoon with my mom, my grandpa, and my sister at my paternal grandparents' house in Lincoln City. We went through boxes mainly of my Grandpa D's things. We found some of his old medals, his military ID cards, a letter from Chesty Puller congratulating him for making the Marine Corps football all-stars, and their wedding invitation. I went through some of Grandma D's cookbooks and journals. Making the decision about what to keep and what to throw away is so difficult. Things that obviously meant a lot to my grandparents (my grandpa's report cards from grade school, his diploma from UNC, first communion items, ect) but there's no way we can keep all of it.

It's especially odd because we weren't that close to my grandparents. Of everyone in the family and my grandparents' friends, I would never have thought we'd be the ones to inherit this position of caring for their home and their belongings. (My dad was the black sheep for many, many years.) I almost feel like a stranger going through stuff at a garage sale. Makes you wonder what people will think when they're cleaning up my stuff. What would they keep? What would they throw away?

Chris and I will join my parents at the beach again this weekend. We're going to iron out some details for the Yellowstone trip in September and maybe rip out some smelly carpets. Until then I have some freshly picked raspberries to turn into scones (or maybe muffins, I haven't decided yet lol)