I'm never living that one down...

Last night on our 7 mile run, we took the CyRide back after 5.5 miles.

And of course, the rest of our running group saw us get off the bus.

There was a good reason - really! Teammate Kimberly was feeling nauseous and dizzy whenever we would start running. She tried to get me to go ahead while she walked it in, but there was no one else behind us so I didn't want to leave her if she wasn't feeling well (I am just repaying the favor here - there have been runs where I thought I was going to die that she stuck through with me). But we were still 1.5 miles from our cars. Then I saw the green bus coming and I got the bus driver to let us on with no bus pass or change (I've got talent :-)).

By the time we got to our cars, Kimberly was feeling fine again so we sheepishly crossed the street to be mocked by everyone else.

But I did take the dog out for two hours last night, and we ran the last 1.5 miles home, so I got in my 7 anyways :-)

In other news, I learned you are actually supposed to do something with your hand once you put it in the water during a stroke (like, say, actually push the water). This can only improve my swimming speed.

To make this a swim/bike/run post, on Saturday, I tripped on my bike while walking it and now have some really gnarly bruises all over my legs. This should not surprise anyone, coming from the girl who managed to spill two beers the other night, the second while cleaning up the mess from the first, and who managed to knock her computer off the counter this morning.

Oh, yes! Tomorrow, Kori and I leave for RAGBRAI! Two days, 100 miles of biking. Should be good times! Perhaps we shall see Lance as he tools along the roads of Iowa.

Then we have to muscle out our missed long run on Sunday morning. Fun.