Just got back from my longest run ever — somewhere between 5 1/2 – 6 miles.  Thanks to the Joe running team, especially Gabby, who kept me company at my pace.

This is the number of calories I burned in a boxing class on Monday night, according to my heart rate monitor.  For comparison’s sake:  a 45 minute spin class burns about 450, the kickboxing class I like burns about 550.  This is also the reason I am still so sore that it still hurts my arms to brush my hair and it hurts my legs every time I stand up.  I had never taken this boxing class before — I’ll definitely keep it in the rotation — but, man, did it kick my ass.

Last night at swim class I had a breakthrough.  We had a sub, and he made us swim three sets of 3X100 meters, with only 10 second between each 100 and 90 seconds of rest between each set. (Warning — I’m about to dork out here for a second)  Using the two-beat kick we had learned in class, I was able to finish the three sets without once feeling tired or breathless.  I was in shock.  For the first time, I realized that I just might be able to pull of the swim portion of the tri, especially since it’s not until August!  Woo hoo!

And on an unrelated note, the pictures of last night’s pork-fest are up. 

Let me start by pointing out that this is a direct quote from my friend Luke, who happens to be married.  The other night, he felt the need to communicate this fact to me and my friend Roopa repeatedly.  And although I definitely have moments when I agree with him wholeheartedly, I don’t think that all men do, in fact, suck.  My friend John B., who runs the beach house, has expressed the same sentiments.  He sent me and the Lovely Miss Katie an email recently with "Men Suck" as the subject line.  He discussed his frustrations with recruiting guys for the house and how it has made him much more empathetic to our experiences in the dating pool in which we are wading.  He complained that so many of the guys he encountered during the recruiting process were uncommunicative and unwilling to commit.  This, of course, was not news to us.  And as he said — it’s really just a matter of sifting through all those guys to find the good ones out there — and there are good ones out there.  I heartily agree with him on that point, but I know what it’s like to feel that they’re somewhat rare, if not verging on extinct.  And, as the New York Times pointed out in this article that Vivian sent me, they’re not out taking classes, so I won’t find them there.  The article mentions the Jackrabbit classes (I’m taking the Jackrabbit swimming class) — I have to say that our class is probably around a 50/50 split.  But then again, many of the people in the class are married.  Plus, I think my chances of meeting a date there is severely impeded by the whole swim cap and goggles situation — not a flattering look for anyone, male or female, I’m afraid.