I knew I was slow, but...

I ran with a friend who is 29 weeks (just about 7 months along) pregnant yesterday. I had to ask her to slow down, because she was running too fast for me. D'oh!

Then, I went to triswimming today and it didn't get any better. Not only did I swim slower than my 20-minute time trial two months ago, but I couldn't hang at all on the sets at the end. We would regroup after each 75, 50 or 25 and being the slowest meant little to no rest for me. Instead of trying my best, I just gave up and got out of the pool. Worse was I actually started crying about it. Good grief! I was mad at myself, but didn't need to be a baby about it.

TriSara cheered me up in the lockerroom and then accompanied for coffee afterwards. Thanks buddy!

In other news, we have our workout room all set up now. Matt painted it blue yesterday; we got the treadmill from Rob's place and built the Ikea table today. The TV is too low to watch from the treadmill, but I'm sure we'll figure out someway to rectify that. If not, I'll just zone out to my Ipod. Here's a picture for your viewing pleasure!