All Clear

So Monday I meet up with my doc and he listens to my chest and has a listen to my heart and looks in my mouth with a stick.... well he didn't actually use the stitch to see with like some blind man with a cane thumping' down the sidewalk.  Can't talk, but if I could....

Anyhoo... I go the green light and the A-OK to get back to some semblance of training, so that was a bit of a relief to be honest.  I worry way too much.

Then Tuesday night was all about getting my ass handed to me by the Kid of Steel.  We played best of 5, with each game going to 10.  I got my butt whipped 3 sets to 2.

Sigh... loser bought the winer a smoothie.  On that note... don't ever buy the smoothie from Tim's without yogurt.... yuck.. believe it or not McDonalds has a much better smoothie.

Then this morning, I was back in the pool for  some me time.  1800m with no care in the world and no one in the pool.  Just me and the life-guard.  Seemed kind of silly, but that's just what it is like.  I know this pace well and there is never anyone there at 7:00 a.m.

After about 30 minutes, I sat in the steam room to get the breathing settled and the hot moist air into my lungs as I am certain that green light or not, they are still not 100%.

Little bit of a break this week and then back to the serious work out on Sat.