Finishing Strong

It is the last weekend of my second Green Tara. Yesterday our plans were changed oh-so-many times, but ultimately we ended up back at Whipple Dam for volleyball, frisbee, and of course, swimming. My swim coach (aka my lovely wife Sue) tells me that my backstroke sucks almost as much as my breast stroke, but my freestyle is coming along. As always, she was not tired at all after swimming, whereas I was exhausted.
Today we needed to go to the gym. Sue suggested we ride our bikes the 10+ miles to the gym, which given the beautiful weather was an awesome idea. So we did that, although Sue was uncharacteristically tired. She fought through it all, and we got our workout in. Then she decided to drive home (one of our cars was at work, which was 2 miles away) but I was determined to ride back. There's one big hill on the way back, and the wind was hitting me right in the kisser while I was climbing it. I was so tired, but I knew once I got up it the rest was easy. I dropped the front derailer into first gear for the first time all season. I did it, and I still had enough in the tank to mow the lawn and cut the grass.

I do wish I was resting this week, but I don't think that is meant to be.