Okay, I'm on vacation and attended a wedding, yesterday. After the wedding and reception, we found out that many from the party were going to hit a local dance club. As it is a club I frequented quite a bit in my "younger" years, I made an exception to my 9 p.m. bedtime and headed to the club at 11 p.m.
When we arrived, it was easy to see how 10 years can change a joint. My memories of the club included bands like The Ramones, Agent Orange, and various ska bands. What we walked into was straight out of the hip-hop manual. Well that, and something bordering on a gentleman's club (the scantily clad women dancing in the "don't touch me" box.
While I listen to a wide variety of music, including various hip-hop styles, it is far from the music I prefer when dancing. Then again, perhaps I'm just getting old.
In training news, I have commenced the plan provided by Coach Mike Ricci at D3 Multisport. Having a formalized plan is great. Starting it at a "foreign" YMCA, not so much.
As the entire Pol family is in Virginia, I had to find a local Y for my swims. I hit the nearest facility for that first swim, and found what can only be described as a very short pool. It can only be described that way because in two days and six staff members, nobody has been able to tell me the exact length. My guess is 20 yards. Making 71 turns for a mile is bad enough. Making 87 is just that much worse.
Add to that the lack of towel service (which I didn't know the first day = I drove home fairly wet), and I wasn't impressed with everything. I am, however, the visitor, so I adapted. I took a towel and wrote down the lengths needed for each portion of today's session, and all went much better.
So, a training plan has been born, and a favorite disco has passed on to a new life. What was it Elton John sang for The Lion King...
Oh yeah, The Circle of Life.