I will no longer be updating Iron Guide (see below). Instead, I am now writing at my new, personal blog. Though that will be about some of the newer things I'm doing in life, if you want to see updates about Louie, Lester, and now Dusky, add me on Facebook -- there's enough ridiculously cute pictures to go around.

You know, in all of this, throughout my thousands of meters of swimming, hundreds of miles of biking, and (fewer) hundreds of miles of running, Lester doesn't contribute one bit. He just stays at home through all my training... sleeping, playing, sleeping, playing. Well, this has to change. No more of this one-way relationship. Lester, you hear? This has to change.

So, today, Lester came to the pool. On deck were 2400 meters: 400m warm-up, 1600m main set, 400m cool-down. I jumped in the pool, Lester whimpered like a little baby. I did the warm-up, Lester whined about how much he didn't want to be there. I did the mile-long main set, but Lester just went round and round, dragging his feet, moping the entire time. By the time I had gotten to the cool-down, Lester had... er, well, Lester had actually fallen asleep.

No, not in the water -- although that'd be kinda cool -- under the bleachers, where I left him. RIght there, under the bleachers. Can't you see him? That little green and white blob under the bleachers. Next time, I'll paint red stripes on Lester and we'll play a game of Where's Waldo Lester.

Fine, so maybe Lester didn't actually do the actual swim workout with me. Details schmetails.

Of all I do and everywhere Lester goes, I've never been brave enough to take Lester to the pool or the gym. I'm still not brave enough to take him to the gym -- I have nightmares of some kid trying to impress a girl, a set of flying bench press weights, and a smushed Lester -- but, from now on, I will be taking Lester to the pool. For a first-timer, he did fantastic. I can't blame him for the whimpering and whining: if my favorite-bestest-buddy-person-in-the-world jumped into a 12-foot-deep empty hole filled wet, bad-fur-day icky pee-water [*] and then started wildly flailing his arms and legs like he was being gobbled up by the humongous blue pool monster, I'm sure I would whine and whimper too. (Wouldn't you? No? Clearly, you don't have a favorite-bestest-buddy-person-in-the-world.) That he settled down pretty quickly after seeing that, no, Kushal isn't being gobbled up by said blue pool monster was just perfect and is exactly the idea.

[* Is it just me or does chlorine smell like pee? Maybe I've been hanging around puppies a little too long.]

So, Lester, no more slacking. Off to the pool we must go.

"Already?

But I'm so tired from my huge workout today! It was hard work watching you do all that work!"

Labels: Ironman, Lester

Permalink | Written at 9:06 PM | Post a comment | 4 comments | Trackbacks

Ha ha. Looks like Lester worked very hard today! Glad he was such a good boy :)
Permalink   | Posted by  Emily and Suede at January 22, 2008 7:20 PM

What a cute yawn, Lester!!
Permalink   | Posted by  Natalie at January 23, 2008 7:56 PM

I'm with Lester, I'll watch you do all the running, swimming and biking. I admire all your dedication and hard work.
Permalink   | Posted by  Trish and the Puppies at January 24, 2008 9:02 AM

Of course chlorine smells like pee-water! It's chemically similar to ammonia, no?
Permalink   | Posted by  troutgirl at March 12, 2008 8:09 PM