What The Poop?

Well I am back in Boulder after 7 days with the folks. It was nice to see them and also watch their progress. My dad is training for Wildflower (they live on the course) and he has never done one. I was impressed that he came out and rode the entire long course loop. I was just happy to be riding outside!

Now that I am back in BOCO and the New Years Beer mile is over (I sucked) and JZ's New Years Party is done (I hid for a good while upstairs) it was time to get everything rolling again. Our Saturday morning swim group that I like to call "Saturday Morning Cartoons" was back in action. JZ had no problem dishing out a hard set that was supposed to help Carole and myself get ready for the Timex/Tristar Showdown. Which, by the way, seems to be growing with competitors. More on that later. Considering this was the WORST swim I have had in months I am very thankful for the "other" event that took place in the pool that crazy morning.

As I was walking on deck to the pool freezing my nuts off because someone stole my new swim parka, I saw Carole and JZ getting ready to jump in. I swim in the same lane with Carole and she was off before I could even say "hi" to her. That is odd as she never likes to start without the group. When I got in I kept noticing that she was standing up a lot and acting kinda weird. I didn't really think much of it because, well, we are all usually acting kinda weird. I figured Carole was probably getting ready to flash me or something! She tends to do that with me. Conversion tactics that don't work.

Anyway, about 300 into the warm up she stops at the wall and is laughing. I thought she swallowed a leaf or something. Looking back on all this I can't believe how clueless I was that something was up. I even noticed JZ stopping and laughing for a second. Normally she is buzzing away like a humming bird on the warm up trying to lap me on 200's and when stopped she is barking orders at us!

Soon enough I discovered what all the laughter was about. However, when it happened I didn't put 2+2 together. So, as I am swimming along I finally look down and notice that there is apparently a log of poop sitting at the bottom of our lane. I literally did a freaking double take, stopped and yelled to Carole and JZ that we had a log in the lane. Before I could hear Carole or JZ respond I went down to investigate how bad this was going to be.

Under water I didn't want to get too close to it but I had to make sure it was in fact a poop log. As I got closer it continued to pass the identity check. The only thing fishy about it was that it wasn't "glowing". You know what I mean, poop tends to have that halo around it that can look like an angora sweater. It looked dense and dark, divots and all.

When I came back up you would think I would say "We need to get out of the water!" But no, what do I say? "You guys have to come check out this poop log!" I was in disbelief that someone would crap in the Flatiron pool. And let me tell you, this one did not come from a kid. It was adult size.

Carole and Joanna were cracking up. I know they love poop humor just as much as I do but there were no signs of them freaking out. Carole then proceeds to tell me that it was in fact a potato, a black potato that she has been wanting to plant in my lane for about two weeks. How the potato was discovered is so funny to me and you can read that on sharpies blog (www.carole-sharpless.com) I have been laughing about that blog and the poop incident since it has happened. I would like to thank Carole for getting my abs back!

When Billy finally showed up we tried to pull the stunt on him but he was in such a mood from being up all night with his new puppy that nothing was going to make him laugh. Some lady showed up towards the end of our workout and almost jumped out of the water. Carole quickly told her what it was and she too started laughing. We laughed all the way to the hot tub and then realized that we had left the potato in the water. Did we go back and get it? Of course not! Kelly Reed just showed up to swim and we didn't want to deprive her of the joke. Plus, she was directly related to the potato.

Anyway, check out Carole's blog. She tells the story way better than I have. I will post in a few about the growth of the Timex/Tristar Showdown. Hopefully my horrific swim on Saturday is no indication of how I am going to swim in the Showdown. I have a HEAD SCRATCH to win!