Insanity must be contagious

Lately I've been listening to podcasts from all over the map. Bike podcasts from the UK, Running podcasts recorded while the guy was actually running (Good way to keep in the zone I guess), and of course Triathlon podcasts. Well, I downloaded one from Zen and the art of Triathlon yesterday and found out it was about his 1st Ultra-Marathon event. 50 mile run in just under 13 hours for him.
Hilarious! The strangest thing about it was that he had never even run a regular marathon outside of Ironman competitions. During his retelling of how much pain he was in from mistakes made on his nutrition and choice of shoes, I realized that I would love to do that someday. Is that strange? Nothing would make me happier then to be able to wake up in the morning and say, "I'm going to take a 50 mile nature run today." I think I'll have to wait a little while for that to happen though.
Speaking of which, the weather has been hampering my training plans a bit. Like today, I was planning a bike day with maybe a run in the afternoon. In a perfect world, sure, it could happen, but not today for me my friends. The dismally cold and wet morning cancelled my bike plans, and the pouring rain did in my run in the afternoon. I ended up going to the Y and swimming. On the plus side, I did set a personal best for 500m in the pool, with my new crime fighter swimsuit.
Okay, I was debating on saying this, but I have to let you know just in case you run into the same problem. Apparently, the jammer style of speedos doesn't take in a bunch of water. It saturates and then its about done. The problem, as I found out, is that once its saturated it is relatively impermeable. How did I find this out? Well...I had some gas and didn't think too much about letting it out into the world. It didn't go out into the world. It stayed in the speedos turning me into a human level. I had a bubble riding back and forth across my buttocks with each stroke. Oh! If you're cringing now, just think of how hard it was for me to keep swimming with the Gluteal racetrack following me everywhere I went. I actually had to stop, one to let the racers out, and two because I was laughing too hard to breathe right.
I did find a couple more good ideas at the pool today. The swimmers in the lane next to me had whiteboards to mark their progress through their workout. Its so simple that I had to smack my forehead not to think of it. I can barely count my laps, let alone figure out what set I'm on. Speaking of laps, they also had one of those lap counter rings. Those are nifty and I think I may have to look into one when I start swimming harder.
I should go. Prayers to my brother for his back pain. Hopefully the rain will clear up soon and let me get back to training where I need to.