Pardon me Brutus, would you mind removing the knife from my back?

Ever since we learned of the pregnancy, we've pretty much assumed that Becca wouldn't be running the tri with me. Since we've already registered and paid for her, the race coordinator said he would allow us to transfer the entry to another person. After a exhaustive search, I finally found someone. However, just last night he tells me that his doctor doesn't recommend it for a while, and in the interests of not dying, he dropped out. This makes twice, both with valid reasons, but frustrating none the less. I'm going to try to find someone once more, and if not, I'll just have to suck it up and go it alone.

I tried a new spinning class today designed specifically for triathletes and cyclists. The instructor is the main bike mechanic for one of the local bike shops, and certainly knew his stuff. So, while we pretended to climb with the leaders of the 2006 Tour of Italy (Playing on the screen), he gave out info on climbing and pedalling form. I was pretty well impressed and decided that I may just have to make the late evening class a regular. Plus, it may have been the extra 1/2 day of rest, maybe it was me dialing back on the tension a bit, or maybe I was just distracted trying to get my cadence and form down, but this class, though longer than all the others, seemed much easier. Most likely, I was just being a wus.

I have a slight confession. I've been thinking vengeful thoughts against those I've asked to compete and have turned me down for one reason or another. Some had excuses coming very close to "My fat cells don't want to," but I let them all slide. In a desperate attempt to helo them regain some respect, I issued a challenge to ride the Mind in Motion bike tour a month later. A far cry from what I hope to achieve, but hopefully not too much for them.