Date Night!

In a nutshell:
1 bottle of Malbec (Argentina) wine - $10. :) yummy!
Dinner at Pete and Sam's, family Italian style. Bring your own wine.
Snuggle on the couch and help Damie get some new tunes on her ipod.

Here are our contributions to the ipod for the night, after a bottle of wine.

Damie:

• Blurry: Puddle of Mud
• Thelma Houston: Don't Leave Me This Way
• Soul Decision: Faded
• Shinedown: Fly From Inside
• Big Country: In a Big Country
• System of a Down: Toxicity
  

Dave:

• Seether: Rise Above This
• September: Cry For You

Now, Dave was only able to contribute a couple of songs. I veto a lot of the songs he picks- he could workout to the Doors, and I need more 80s and hair band type music. But, he did well with September, as I had never heard their music and I really liked it.
This picture really has nothing to do with date night- this is a Key West picture. But, I think Dave and I are due for another vacation together. (Nothing race related, either!).

Next, please.

I only have 1 test left in my DPT program. That's right, next week is my last final. I will be free of my student life as I know it (sitting for up to 8 hours straight while daydreaming about being outside, staying up well past my bed-time studying, working on countless dumb group projects, etc...). Next up, clinical rotations!

No more crying about tests. No more skipping out on time with friends because I have to study. No more grumpiness at 9:30 at night because Dave is running off to bed and I have to stay up and read. Freedom is right around the corner! I can taste it! (until I get a job, then I can moan about the daily grind...heh heh).

So, what have I done with my free time today?


Ummmm... my daily dose of Alan Smith's very nice body is no longer available to me on blogger. Where did he go? Since I can't just click and look, now, I had to dig up some pictures.














But, as cute as Alan Smith is, he can't compare to Dave, who last night ran around the house naked with a hydration pack on his waist saying "look at me, look at me, I am a triathlete!" Now that was frickin' hilarious and pretty cute too!

Oh Swimming....

(Sigh)

I don't understand why swimming is so mean to me. Seriously, if I had put as much effort into cycling as I have swimming, I would be so much better cyclist. Actually, that is a great idea. I will can swimming and replace it with cycling. I would probably have the same swim results with a better overall time in my races.

If you look closely, you can see an F formed on my mouth. Only one word was about to come out as I glanced at my watch and saw my time at my last sprint triathlon!

This morning I trudged through the mud, I mean water. My times are the same as they were last year- maybe only slightly better than the year before when I first started swimming. So, what is it going to take? If my consistent 3 x a week is not enough, then what is? 5 x a week?

I love swimming. I tell it every morning at 5:30 am too. I say...I love you. We are friends. And, I am not lying. I do like to swim. I think it is fun! What is not fun is seeing that same ol' time on the clock. My "fast" is the same speed as my "medium." Actually, I don't have any speed. Forget I said fast.

Okay, so at least I can swim- and more than two laps now. I have not panicked in a single race this year. I have not flipped over on my back and wondered if I might drown. And, I guess I can keep that same medium speed and hold it longer, so that is improvement, right? But what about fast? When does that happen? Or strong- when will I feel strong in the water?

(not everyone needs to answer those questions...especially those with the response that looks something like NEVER). Ha ha ha!!!!