So I've had more urban deer encounters in the past week and 1/2 than I have seen all year. It all started last week during the morning walk that Shaggy and I take down the back alleys in the neighbourhood. We came to a backyard with a fake plastic deer in it--our neighbourhood was built in the 50's so it is a mix of the retired (with a plethora of lawn ornaments), empty nesters and young couples. I had walked right past it, Shaggy on the other hand, froze, transfixed by the deer. He got his back up (this is rarely done by him!) and stalked ever so slowly toward it, unsure what it was...it was hilarious. Then he got close enough to sniff it nose to nose and realized it was fake and trotted off satisfied. Next I saw the big guy cycling last week and a family of 5 (real ones) on the street early one morning on a walk with Shaggy. I was lucky enough to see them first and grab Shags before he took off towards them! Then I had to stop and let 2 deer leisurely cross the path I was riding on in Fish Creek on Thursday!
I also finally caught Shaggy's yoga in action. Stealing another recovery technique from Shaggy, I have made an effort to attend a weekly yoga/core class--even though I am probably the worst yoga-ist (if that's a word) in the class, with the exception of the core portion, which I excel at! Take note of Yogi Master Shag's aptly named 'downward facing dog' stretch--with a couch adaptation....this is done multiple times a day, he also regularly does the 'upward facing dog' stretch before heading outside....
On the training front, it's more of the same; swim (a lot)/bike/run (well, jog). Actually, I've been swimming so much that last week I came out of the pool after 6400m with hickies on my neck! This is what happens when you swim way too much and your skin is way too dry!! I also took a big blow to my already deflated swimming ego--I got beat by a breaststroker in a 100m showdown the other day...in my defence he races somewhere in the ballpark of 1:00 for 100m breastroke and it was after 4800m of swimming & sprinting on the friday of a big week of training--so I was a little tired! Either way, I have myself a new nemesis in the pool....watch out evil breastroker...as Dr. Claw would say...I'll get you next time Breastroker....next time!!
And since I can't bring myself to cheer for any team east of Winnipeg and my Stamps are out....Go Riders Go!
Over & out,