Flu shot anyone?

So I went to get my flu shot and get weighed in - YIKES!!!  I have gained 5 pounds.  It is time to get serious about getting it off.

I am having some difficulty transitioning into real life.  I haven't completely lost it, but even knowing some foods are forbaden - and I do stay away from them- I seem to have lost touch with portion size again.  Portion size is small small small.  And every where you go - except of course if you are going to the most expensive restaurants in the country -  portion sizes are huge huge huge.

Point in fact.  I asked TH to bring me home a salad.  My favorite salad is the cobb salad I think, with lots of chicken and cheese and avocado.  Delicious.  And though I ate the whole think at one sitting, it really was a portion size to feed four people.  (Okay maybe three)

So back to the flu shot.  I got one only because I am going on this trip.  I read somewhere that the flu shot can cause dementia.  I know I know everything can cause something, but really if you think about it, why would you willing inject a dead virus into yourself. What if one of those little pesky viruses wasn't really dead, just playing dead, then you would have injected a live virus and whammo your sick.

Then she (the nurse) told me my arm would be really sore afterwards.  Why?  I asked.  I don't know it just will be.

Um okay.  She wasn't the best shot giver (it hurt), but my arm isn't sore, so maybe she just shot me with a placebo.

Hey, maybe they aren't really giving flu shots - they are all placebos and they are saving billions and billions of dollars.  Hmm.

woop woop

Well I did Sawyer Camp Trail twice - 24 miles, two hours.  I even did the hill twice this time.  woop woop.

But back to reality, I have way to much work to do before I go, that I am close to just shutting down.  Taxes audits and reviews oh my.

So trying to fit everything in, some things are being left behind (I think that is a name of a series as well)  If I don't get cracking I am going to be the one left behind.  No more blogs until everything is done.

I am going to India and that is that.

Blah

I feel blah.  I feel blah.  I feel blah.

I want to win the lottery.

I am going to take Fuk to casino.

I am going to win a million dollars.

I am going to retire.

Let's teach you backstroke

So at the fitness swim (no we are not any "fitness" swimming it is mostly drills) the instructor decided to teach us back stroke.  I sat there thinking, hmm he is going to see my backstroke and think I am picture perfect. 

Wrong - He had a lot to say about my back stroke, and I stood there with my mouth agape.  First he was telling me my head was moving too much and to hold it still.  I don't know if it was or wasn't but for the next lap I held it still for him.  Then he said your bobbing in the water too much.  Huh? 

Sometimes I get lazy with my stroke, and when I do LZ will remind to do this and that, and I will do that, but I haven't had anyone tell me I bob too much.  I took the second class because he said that we would work on butterfly.  I haven't even tried to do the butterfly since my triumphant return to the pool.  I never was any good at it before, and I know I will bomb now.

But really - I bob too much?  Really?

2nd horrify thing I found out the other day

So we have lived next to our neighbors for oh I don't know maybe 17 years, and I have never had a conversation with them.  TH always is good about chatting up the neighbors, mainly to keep them happy with our barking dogs.  But our neighbor was coming home just as I was leaving and she started to talk, and not being rude I talked back.

I found out she is on the masters team I want to join if I ever get to that point, but more to the horrifying bit -

In India we are going on a camel safari.  She was talking about how they did the safari last year and how uncomfortable camel rides are blah blah blah.  I really don't care that much about the comfort of the ride I asked what was  and is always on my mind - what about the bathrooms. 

She gave me this queer little look and said - bathrooms?  Your in the middle of the desert what bathrooms. 

So I say well what did you do when you had to go to the bathroom.  And she kind of rolled her eyes and said you go in the sand. 

What no toilet, no outhouse nowhere to place my frigging butt.  You mean I have to go in front of god and everybody?  Really?  Oh dear - I might just get a bladder infection.

So I have been tempted to dehyrdate myself so I won't have to go, but that kind of freaks me out considering my mom almost died of dehyrdation.  Maybe I will go with the diaper.

I am back...

So I have been absent, and I am not going to try and go back over all those lost and lonely days, but I will talk about yesterday.

As many of you know the middle sisters (check out our blog themiddlesisters.blogspot.com for our upcoming trip) are getting ready to go on a trip in a month, and in that particular trip we are doing a couple of things that I am not 100 percent comfortable with.

Lets start with the easy one first.  We are doing a multi-sport trip through Bhutan for the first week.  In that multi-sport trip we are biking anywhere from 10-35 miles a day.  Up to yesterday I really hadn't been on a bike, just kind of pretending it wasn't going  to happen.  Well not really, but I did keep telling myself that I could always take the sag wagon if it got to hard.

So I finally broke down and decided that I probably should do a couple of rides before we go, so since I know the east bay better for riding then SF I decided I would do an old ride from my previous training.

Now the only thing I really have to say about the ride was that I decided to start my training on the hottest day of the year at the hottest time of the day.  I did finish the ride, but I was miserable.

Furthermore, I thought the ride was 26 miles, so I kept telling myself that by the time I hit the 13 mile mark I could decide to turn around.  I was pretty sure that I was going to turn around before I hit the 13 mile mark, but I found out the ride was only 14 miles, so actually that was a good thing, but I am now glad I didn't turn around at the 12 mile mark.

So I talked to T2 about it and asked how fast she rode.  She said that she did between 18-20 miles an hour, and I thought oh good, I did that  part of the way, she wouldn't be outriding me too much.

So to continue my training I went out again today.  Another scorcher, it was 96 degrees by the time I got out of the car and on the road, but since I was by the bay I did have a a bit of wind.  In fact going out I was so proud that I was riding into the wind and doing 17-18 mph, I thought wow T2 is going to eat my dust, just think how fast I will be coming back with the wind at my back.

Well, umm, yea, the wind was at my back going out.  Coming back I was lucky to get up to 14 mph.  As I panted my way home I was going slow enough to notice the flags and which way the flags were blowing.  Hmm.  I rode 20 miles in 90 minutes - flat flat flat.  I now have my first finger blister (I hold the bike with my pinky and I always would get blisters on my pinky, if I held the bike correctly I probably wouldn't get blisters ya know.)

Anyway I was thinking of doing 33 miles Thursday, but now I am definitely having second thoughts, especially if it stays this hot.  Well we will see.