The Bike, the Best, and the Brick

It took me all of about 2 minutes to come up with a name for the new bike I am training on now. My cousin Russell that is a serious cyclist was kind enough to let me borrow one of his road bikes for this triathlon. He, however, failed to warn me that one should take pain killers before going on a ride with this thing.



It's new name (if it had an old one) is SEAT OF FIRE!



"And it burns, burns, burns
the SEAT OF FIRE, the SEAT OF FIRE!"



Johnny Cash knows what I'm talking about.



I was singing that (joined in by Ariel and Kendall) through part of our run right after the bike ride. And how true it was. "...the flames go higher and higher, the SEAT OF FIRE, the SEAT OF FIRE!". It's a catchy tune that is probably stuck in your head now...sorry.



Here are two pictures for you. They are posted in no particular order. See if you can guess which bike seat belongs to Bessie and which belongs to SEAT OF FIRE!











Yep, 55 minutes on that bad boy. BAD BOY!


Oh sweet, innocent, cushioned-tush Bessie. You were just too heavy girl. Sorry that I had to dump you for someone that packed on less pounds. Good bye dear friend!





(I know what you're think right now. "That basket is AWESOME!" and it is. "I wish I could get a better look at that bell." sorry to disappoint.)



So I'm chartering new territory with SEAT OF FIRE! I was actually able to keep up with the others. That's a first! So there is hope in the biking category.



Here are some photos of swimming. My sister Emily and I have decided to have one "sprint" swimming day. I use that term very loosely especially after having watched the Olympics and finding out they can do the same swim it takes us around 1 minute to do in all of about 4 seconds. So sprinters we are!! The sprint days are harder and once again Emily is better at something else than me. (that is why I'm the one sporting the #1 sign) WILL IT EVER END!?! At least I'm the best cheerleader....on the side lines....cheering....and yelling....and toe touches.....that I could do years ago.....and stuff......so ......there......take.....that......hah!








Here are Emily and I racing. I just chant in my head "I'm gonna getchya, I'm gonna getchya." She always beats me. I made her let me lead the last 3 minutes of our 35 minutes swim, so that I could finally set the pace. I knew I would go slower than her, but I did go a bit faster than my normal because I knew she was behind me. When we got done I told her that was a little faster than I usually go. She says "It was?! I stopped kicking 2 or 3 times just so I wouldn't pass you." Hah! "just so I wouldn't pass you". You just go ahead and pass me next time little miss "I stopped kicking" and we'll see who will do the kicking! Just kidding Em. sort of.



I told you this triathlon saga would be full of good guys and bad guys, and I would probably be the bad guy more often than not.



Running for this week included Kendall and I running my neighborhood (among other runs). Poor Kendall and her lot always falling to be my running partner. I'm a good complainer if you can imagine that. Running with Kendall (who was a professional ice skater) is like running beside a ping-pong ball. She is so bouncy and always smiling the entire run. I am like a brick being pushed (grated) across the road. My run is flat and painful looking. Even when Kendall is tired and saying things like "Bonnie, this is all your fault you know. We could all be sleeping in right now if it wasn't for you and your adventures." She is still smiling. Or at least I think she is but I am usually two or three steps behind her so I can't be positive.



Kendall loves the sprint to finish line. I think she looks forward to the last .5 miles and then the at the last tenth she always sprints and yells "come on Bonnie RUN!". I bust out my pathetic sprint which is really a regular run up from my slow jog that I had going before. The whole time (and I kid you not) I am screaming "AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH" "I HATE RUNNING!" We are in the most populated part of the trail at this point, but I don't care. My muscles are screaming and so am I!



Well ping-pong ball I love ya and am glad you get this brick moving, but I will keep complaining I'm sure. (no big surprise there)



Anyway, it is another week down, and we are all getting stronger. I just need to remember to pop some Motrin before those bike rides, and I should be good to go!



Hope you enjoy the pictures. Let me know if you are doing any races or whatever else you are into. We would love to read your comments!

the "running" brick,

bonnie