My life flashed before my eyes tonight.
My lovely wife was making a lovely dinner. I was playing dinner wingman by making the rice, for our salmon, and the mac and cheese for the girls. I reached for the microwave to check on the frozen veggies we were heating up and I smelled something burning. We had a cover on the glass dish, but I wasn't too secure in it's ability to handle the high microwave power. The cover was promptly removed. I made my way to the sink and dropped the cover in it. While I'm making my way to the stove to continue the mac and cheese prep I see flames. FLAMES! Our kitchen towel was on fire!!
My first instinct!? Blow it out!! DIDN'T WORK!!!
I could feel the sweat forming on my brow. I don't have tenant insurance!
Aimee walks in... "Throw it in the sink!"
"I AM!!" (I wasn't actually thinking of doing that)
I turn on the water and the fire goes out. My family was snatched up from the grips of a firey future. Thank you God..
How did it catch on fire? I cleaned earlier tonight. Every few years I have the desire to clean the kitchen. Nice and deep like. After I cleaned I lit a candle. Get the kitchen smelling good.
That's the last time I ever clean.. (when it's not my turn)
I did my first brick workout of the year yesterday. For those unaccustomed to the triathlete terminology it's a back to back workout. Consisting of two of the three events. For example, yesterday I biked on the trainer for a half hour and then ran three miles.
My trainer is in the basement, and I have a fan set up to keep me cool. In my few weeks of trainer experience I've always biked wearing a hoodie (to maximize the sweatage). Since I would go straight from the bike to the pavement I opted for a running shirt without a fan. I didn't think not using a fan would be an issue. Little did he know..... I should form some way of measuring my sweat, like a weatherman measures water. It was bad. I'm not a stranger to perspiration but this was a little out of hand. To the point that I had to be careful getting off the trainer because I didn't want to slip. For all of those that haven't closed my blog yet, the run went good. The first quarter mile I was fighting some calf cramping but I was able to finish strong. My initial worry of my sweat freezing was a non-issue. A well placed towel and running jacket kept me dry and warm.
Valentines week was a good training week. Broke in my nice new kicks. Did a couple days of deep end swimming. You know. Tri stuff.
I applied for a new position within my current company on Valentines day. It was a tough decision but I didn't want to pass it up. More info on the job in a later post, when I have more to talk about.
Exciting things are on their way....