One of my friends describes a cupcake as “the perfect ratio of frosting to cake,” and I think she’s got a point. She also describes my brother as “a sweet little cupcake baked by the devil,” and I think she’s got a point there, too. Someone’s got cupcakes on the brain, and I’m keeping her company.
A few weeks ago I made a trip to Sprinkles for cupcakes. Today I continued my unofficial cupcake tour of Los Angeles with a visit to SusieCakes on San Vicente. Our refrigerator now contains three cupcakes–one vanilla, one lemon, and one coconut. I, on the other hand, contain one vanilla cupcake. SusieCakes describes their cupcakes as “frosting-filled,” and based on the one I’ve eaten so far, I have no idea what that means. It was delicious, though, and I’m looking forward to the other flavors.
The cupcakes came on the heels of a strenuous afternoon. J and I did our first ocean swim in preparation for the triathlon (less than two weeks away! Aaaaagh!).
Here’s what I learned today: sixty-degree water is very cold. It’s extra, extra cold when you leave your wetsuit at home. But I steeled myself to the cold water and swam. I actually did get used to the temperature, but I missed the buoyancy provided by the wetsuit.
After that we went biking on San Vicente, which has excellent bike lanes–even for me and my fear of biking downhill. San Vicente is not at all steep, but I’m a downhill wimp. I admit it. Oddly, I’m not bad on the uphill portions.
Oh, yes, I earned these cupcakes.
I’ve been exploring those little widgets that a lot of sites have at the bottom of articles. Not all of them turned out to be particularly interesting, but I’ve become instantly addicted to one.
StumbleUpon lets you identify your interests, and then shows you websites that correspond to the topics you’ve chosen. In one day, I’ve been introduced to the Encyclopedia of Spices, Writing Realistic Injuries, and the Random Title Generator. Now I want to write a book titled “Darkness of the Misty.” I think it’s a guaranteed best-seller.
It wasn’t all stumbling today. J and I were planning to go to the pool, and then in the late afternoon we got a thunderstorm. Now, it does rain in Southern California, in spite of the song–generally in the winter, which is our traditional rainy season. But thunder and lightning are very rare at any time of year. This afternoon we got downpours, noise, and a light show. Naturally, the pool was closed. And then the storm passed, and by the time we got to the pool it had re-opened. It turned out to be a wonderful time to swim, because very few people were in the pool.
Now the air outside feels cool and clean, and inside I have lots of websites to explore. What could be better?
We’re training for the Redondo Beach Triathlon in June. The race itself is pretty short, with a 1/2-mile swim, 6-mile bike, and 2-mile run. The bike and the run portions should be fairly easy, but I do need to work on my swimming
Yesterday was my first time in the pool since training for the Catalina Triathlon in November. I did 400 meters in my usual swim-100-gasp-for-a-minute style, and feel pretty good about it.
It was hot yesterday, but nothing like today. The temperature was supposed to be 97 at one point, and I can believe it based on how uncomfortable the apartment is. I stayed indoors, but J went for a mountain bike ride and the heat hit him pretty hard. Fortunately the heat wave is supposed to be pretty short-lived; for the rest of the week the highs are supposed to ping-pong between the mid-60s and the upper 70s.
Saturday: walked 2 miles
Sunday: swam 700 meters (600 freestyle, 100 breaststroke)
So on a speedy lunchtime trip to the gym (nearly all of my trips to the gym are speedy and at lunch, but this one was extra speedy), I did 10 minutes on the treadmill, including two 1-minute running intervals (6.1 mph and 6.0 mph, respectively), a variety of free weights and weight machines, and 13 minutes including cooldown on the bike.
100m breaststroke + 700m freestyle = 800m
And I did them in 100s! (Well, not the breaststroke lap. Still gasping at midpoint on that.)
Is what I said on Saturday. No, I have not become a highly trained assassin. Nor am I suffering from amnesia. But my new wetsuit is so buoyant that I, who can only float in the Dead Sea, was able to lie on top of the waves (which were so gentle that, really, they were energetic ripples).
Oh, also we did an ocean swim. I did better than last week, which is nice, but I need to swim more and bob less. Also, I learned that it’s hard to do the breaststroke in a 6mm wetsuit.
Tomorrow the world! Or something. Anyhow, I did 25 minutes (including 5-min. cooldown) with three 1-minute running intervals. I’ve been doing more than 3 intervals in that span, but today I tried something different: going faster. My walking rate was 3.8 mph for most of the time, and my first interval was 5.8 mph. The second and third intervals were 6.0 mph.
So now I’m even more tired.
400 freestyle, 200 breaststroke. After a night’s sleep, I’m still tired.
Yet I am still training. We went for an ocean swim on Saturday. The ocean is hard work. I think I’ll be doing a lot of breaststroke during the race, the better to breathe and see. It’s a good thing I’m not going for the win, because I’m going to be slow, slow, slow with the breaststroke.