Feel your spine extending through the top of your head and touching the wall of the pool…

So, I’m pretty sure I’ve made the connection before, but am too lazy to google my own site to find it.

But, while swimming tonight, I found myself channeling Ana Caban and continually trying to “radiate energy” from my fingers and toes, and to “engage my powerhouse” while kicking. Good stuff.

Lest there be any misunderstanding, I am even more of a hacker (in the sense of a really, really poor golfer who “hacks” at the ball) at Pilates than I am a slacker at running. I do maybe a half-dozen sessions a month. Usually, I’ll be really good for a week or so, and then decide to sleep instead of work out. Fancy that…

So, I haven’t experienced the “10 sessions to feel better, 20 sessions to look better, and 30 sessions to a whole new body” that seems to be in the first 5 minutes of any tape.

But, in my flirting with it, I’ve noticed that if I do a Pilates workout the day before I swim, the swim goes much better.

Tonight – amazing. After a short warmup, I just started swimming freestyle, and kept going. There was rhythm, there was fluidity – it felt GOOD

So, maybe I am learning something from the DVDs. Which makes me feel less like a dirty-old-man when I watch them…

Eh, I’m falling asleep as I type. This post lacks pop. Go check out my bit on the Georgia Satellites from earlier this week. It kind of got buried, and, I’ll admit, I think it’s really great. Also, looking at Nike+ the other day, I realized that I’m haven’t had baked goods in a … wow, where did baked goods come from? No, I realized that it’s going to be a tiny stretch to hit 500 miles in my first year of Plus-itude. But, it’s a goal. 92 miles to go by mid-July…

Ain’t so pretty no more, are you?

I did a little modified brick today. After the lunchtime run, I called home to see what was on the table for supper. Missy mentioned that Jake had a coupon for pizza from school, and as I had the bike on the back of the car, I said “Hey, why don’t you and the boys get pizza, and I’ll eat leftovers after I ride?” That’s me, always thinking about the wife all the time.

The ride was incredible. Started from the soccer field on Jamestown, looped up to the North End of the island, down south to downtown, and back to the car.




There was a casualty, though. After 6 years and a couple thousand miles, the faceplate on my left shifter bit the dust. It’d been rattling for a while, and finally let go heading down a hill. I backtracked after I finished the ride, but there was nothing there.

I was going to get the trifecta and hit the pool tonight, but the pool was closed. Let’s see if I can get up in the morning…

Oh, and I bought my USAT license for this year. Rock on.