Harsh Return

Returning to practice after a week away is always rough, but a number of little things added up to form a big can of harshness this morning. For one, I flew in from the west coast just last night, so when the alarm went off at 5:30am it was really 2:30am. Then add the snowstorm and slippery roads, which were a far cry from the rolling hills of northern California, and my new reality set in. But what was really jarring was when the TSA agent at SFO needed to pat down my "abdomen area" after I went through the regular screening. Imagine the look of surprise on her face when all she found was me. Yep, I had that good of a time that a federal agent thought I was packing. Which I was, but it's called wine and cheese, and it is not easily detected by a body scanner. We were coach-less this morning, but still managed a decent workout.

400 warmup
10 x 50 going
1-4 on :60
5-7 on :55
8-9 on :45
10 x 100 going:
odds free on 1:25
evens IM on 1:50
5 x 200
1-2 on 3:00
3-4 on 2:45
5 fast
8 x 75
odds on :60
evens on 1:20