I'm officially into my triathlon training. Last week was week one and I think it went pretty well. Monday was a bit of a disaster, because I read week 1 of month 2 instead of month 1 so I swam and biked longer than I was supposed to. From an exercise perspective it was fine, I wasn't exhausted or anything, but from a body perspective I screwed up. I had to give blood at the Dr that afternoon, and didn't drink/eat enough so my electrolytes and fluids were all screwy. Had a little headache that I didn't think too much of, till we were watching the evening news and Brian William's face started to melt. I've never had a migrane with aura before, so it was a weird experience. After a few hours of not really knowing things I should know, I went to bed at 9. Felt much better the next day and continued on the right track for training.

This week has been busy at work with lots of hiking, so I'm pretty tired. Did 4 miles on Tuesday and another 3.5 on Wednesday, all at Sky Meadows. Most of that is either straight up or straight down, so the legs are a little cooked. Sure felt good to get in the pool after all that though!

Today I'm in the office all day, which is a needed break. My legs are a little sore and just generally tired. Biking for about an hour tonight shouldn't be too horrible, even though it will be hot. Drinking lots today in prep.

Going to Metro Run Walk tonight to get some new running shoes and check prices on foam rollers. Bring the pain!

Holy crap, the Pens won the Cup!



This has been such a crazy series, full of ups and downs. Games 1 and 2 were the same thing on a different night. Games 3 and 4 back in Pittsburgh were like a whole new Pens team showed up. Then game 5, no one in black and gold showed up. But we came back game 6 with a vengance.

Then it was game 7. For all the marbles. I was driving to meet my parents in WV, and had Pensblog Charlie on one window, a Lets Go Pens in the other, and my "Its a great day for hockey" towel in the back window. Lots of thumbs up and honks while in traffic.

Then the game. First period, nothin but nail biters. Not enough of this, too much of that. General freaking out. Second peroid. Max Fucking Talbot. I love you. Thank you so much. You made my year. Third period. Cross bars for Det. Amazing, secret service officer save for Flower. Then, the buzzer. Total chaos.



Was tempted just to go on to Pgh for the parade, but it wasn't in the stars. Looks like it was a great time. Would have loved to be down on the south side outside Mario's, or in Diesel on Saturday night. How crazy. Where else in the US does the winning team take the most famous trophy in sport to a club? Awesome.



Pittsburgh truly is the city of champions. I'm excited for the surely upcoming Sports Illustrated with Sid and Ben on the cover. You know its coming. They'd be stupid not to.

The only sad thing is now there's not much to get excited about. Its a bit of a down time in sports. Its not like the Buccos are gonna win the World Series this year. Its time to just relax and enjoy the warm weather outside.

But for now, just remember that when no one said they could beat Detroit, they did. We are the Champions. And watch this video. If NBC really wanted to do hockey right, they'd just use the CBC feed for everything. Those Canadians know how to make great TV with hockey.

Greatest photo ever:



Go Pens. Game 7. Do it.

We survived...barely. We had the girls from about 5 on Saturday night til they went to bed on Sunday. We swam, ate, argued, walked the dogs, picked flowers, baked a pie, played video games, watched a movie, read books, and then did most of it all over again.

Along the way Bandit killed a rat in the backyard, I got a ton of water stuck in my ear, Ejdo scraped his face across the bottom of a pool, all of K's activities were somehow cancelled, and J became obsessed with Bette Midler's Wind Beneath My Wings.

It was a long, fun couple of days. Sadly, no pictures. I think we were just trying to keep up. Maybe someday when they're our own kids we'll be proactive enough to think about the camera, but so far everytime I've had the kids alone it has totally slipped my mind.

I need a nap....