Wind day.

It's our equivalent of a snow day. Last time the schools shut down, I was in the tenth grade and Hurricane Iniki was rolling in to town. Jenny and I went to Sandys to watch the ocean crash across the highway - a close call with Darwinism. Tomorrow, the schools are closed for wind. I called my friend Derek, a meteorologist at NOAA. He said my bike commute in would be hard, because it's a westerly wind. But that it would be 15-30 mph as usual, with the occasional 60 mph gust. And that the school closures are a direct result of Katrina. It's howling on our hillside, and I may wuss out and take the bus in. Tonight was more up up up and less ow ow ow. Tantalus was beautiful, and it was a fun group of boca folks, but coming down in the dark was sketchy. This is the view from the first lookout on the second climb.

Sky's art wasn't porn. It was a photo of a hibiscus in a puddle on a bench and it's going to a state art competition. According to Wyatt, the winner gets a ten billion dollar scholarship. I'll never work again! I'm pretty sure he's full of crap. I was pretty impressed with her photo, but more impressed that someone let her hold their camera.

I found this from the marathon. I look like I'm about to rush the quarterback. I hit three months without swimming this week.. And that was the easiest four pounds of shoulder I've ever lost. I heart atrophy. Next week, I go back. Look out, LT. 

I was considering the pool, but blogland turned me off. I guess it's part of triathlon, but I don't know if we have pools like that here.  The ridiculous over-competitiveness, the splits, and the lane drama I've been reading about leave me with not a drop of motivation to swim. So to the ocean I'll go.. starting Tuesday. Really. That'll give me a few months of swimming before I consider a race, and bring back those lovely linebacker delts.