We brought in $941 and change at our Emagine fundraiser. I rounded up to $945 and am now at $3095. Yeah! And big thanks to everyone who donated to us. People can be so generous - you ask and they don't think twice about pulling a dollar out and handing it to you. I finally feel like I am getting closer to my goal and it may be possible after all. Of course, my past experience has shown that the last part is the hardest since you have already tapped all the resources you knew you had and are now looking into your reserves. Luckily, I have two people who just offered to make donations and a bucket drive still coming up.
And now the not as good news...not too much to report in the training area. Between fundraising all weekend and mom breaking her ankle, I was pretty busy and didn't get in too much riding. Or swimming. Or running. Sigh.
Weds, Oct 12: 1 hour swim. Did the 12 minute test with P & S. They did great! I didn't swim all out, as I was also watching the time, but still put in a good effort and improved by 4 lengths (100 yds) from my results when I first started training for St. Anthony's Tri. My guess is that I could pull another 50, maybe 100 if I really tried. Next time, I will see if D, the cool lifeguard, will time us.
Sun, Oct 16 (note the big gap): 2 hour ride at Hines, 27.5 miles. Had planned to ride about 60, as I skipped the group training in favor of waking up a bit later after fundraising all Sat evening. Basically, this would have been out and back twice. The out went great, but the back ended up being head first into the wind. At times, even with all out effort, it felt like I was standing still. Ugh! I got back to my car and decided that was more than enough for the day. My legs were burning and I needed them for my final night of fundraising.
Tues, Oct 18: 45 minute ride, 8.5 miles. Basically, seeing how much time I could get in if I just hopped on my bike and rode as soon as I got home from work. Not too much, but better than none. I knew it was time to head back when a woman yelled out her car window at me, "Get a light." Or maybe she said, "Get a life." Possibly, both would apply. People need to be made aware that most bikers usually have no idea what they say when they drive by. And frankly, when it is some thinking-he's-so-fine guy, we just don't care. He does not need to bother tooting his horn. We are aware that there is a large, fast-moving metal object near us and only care that it does not collide with us. As for him, he is a car dweller. Maybe if there was a sweet mountain bike hanging off the back, but certainly not when he is chomping on a Big Mac and looks like he has not been on two wheels since he was six.
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