Tomorrow will be my eighth and last day of this volume block. Unfortunately, the weather did not cooperate and thus, that meant 12 hours of the cycling was on the trainer. I got to do my part and support documentaries, watching King Corn and Client 9: Rise and Fall of Elliot Spitzer. The Elliot Spitzer story made me even more disgusted with Wall Street and white collar crime. Another rant. With each day, more and more volume was added. By Friday, the sixth day, I thought the wheels would come flying off. They didn't. On Saturday, I told myself this must be the day the wheels come off. But nope. By Saturday afternoon, I was on a training high, and you know what that means...FACEBOOK status update: Kiet Tran is loving this volume block, bring it, I want more! Today, the wheels didn't quite come flying off, but they are definitely coming loose. After living in Oakland for twelve years, I have only run around Lake Merritt three times, with today being my third. Now I know why. I had to cut my run short because I got sick of having cigarette smoke blown in my face, and the stench of homeless drunk people also did me in. And to add insult to injury, some random guy called me out. I decided to take Bella, my favorite pooch, along for the run. Bella is fit, she often runs 10+ miles with me. But as I ran by this guy for the third time (I was doing loops around the lake), he yelled at me saying that I was abusing Bella and that I shouldn't be running her that long. Bella was fine, in fact, she was still controlling the pace. But that was the final straw, I had had enough of Lake Merritt; time to cut the run short and call it a day.
The highlight of this volume block was that I got to wear my Zoot compression knickers. I love this thing! Too bad I only have one pair, thus, that meant a lot of washing. And speaking of washing, volume block means a lot of sweaty and smelly lycra. And with the rain and tons of indoor riding, my home was slowly being invaded by lycra hanging out to dry. The lowlight of the volume block is not making my bed. I'm a bedmaker, it's just my thing, it's the way I like to start my day, it's how I roll. I don't leave the house unless my bed is made and the curtains drawn open. But this week, I noticed that on four separate occasions, I came home to an unmade bed and the curtains drawn closed. I'm such a slacker.
