Beatdowns and Heartbeats

This morning I'm recovering from the island-style beat down I received from Stevie B last night. I may have pushed myself too hard; I don't know if I was suffering from a ton of lactic acid, or if I was just hungry, but I felt pretty nauseous by the time I got home. Felt better after some food, if you can call something cooked in a plastic tray food. The life of a bachelor is harsh indeed.

I've settled on a heart rate monitor, I think. I like the Polar M32 which can save your workout results, has some sort of fancy coded sensor strap, and proports to track heart rate zones and calorie expenditures. I took a look at the instruction manual online - the English portion alone is something like 10 pages. Sweet! I've also convinced the clan to make it my big Christmas gift, so one less thing to worry about.

Now to find a Batman-esque swimming suit...

Tomorrow is swimming day. I think I'll swim easy and try for a minimum of 50 lengths, screw the time. If I'm not too beat up, another swim Friday. If I am, maybe this weekend. I hate to do that, because I tried that last weekend. Half an hour of hungrily waiting for the bus in the cold, and I literally and figuratively threw in the towel and went back home. Coach? If I get a bad time, blame the CTA!