Holy Crap - That Time clock must be wrong

Everyone has their weak link for me it's swimming,(although some people who know me would also suggest personality). I am one of those people who have proved that swimming does not really factor greatly into the final results of a triathlon. I once came out of the water in 140th + position only to make it back up to 10th after the run. So I am currently riding a crest of ego at having put in a holy crap worthy 1.20 for 100 yds at the pool yesterday. Thinking that there must be a mistake I instantly swam another 25 yds and got a 20 second time. Huh either I have actually started to reap the benefits from the lessons I got this summer or the clock on the wall at the pool is wrong. As a caution I should point out that I frequently feel like I'm making progress a swimming only to then enter a race, or swim next to the fish like couple at the pool and realise that I still have a long way to go. If this keeps up I may actually be able to do a flip turn without ending up 12 ft underwater at the end of it.(I avoid flip turns in the shallow end)

Beer of the Blog: I am down in Madison for work this week so stopped at JT Whitneys. As with my last visit I found some nice beers. First up was a Belgian Blond called Blond Omen. This was pleasant enough, it seemed a bit thin which is probably in keeping with style. It also had what was described in the beer guide as spiciness. This spiciness tasted a bit too much like a wheat beer to me, and not enough like a Belgian. But nonetheless I could have drunk another of these beers.

Next was the American Bitter which was on the handpump. This was very nice, It is always good to find a good cask style beer. (I know enough about brewing to assume that because its on a handpump it means its cask conditioned). It's flavor was real nice, subtle minerally a hint of hops but nothing overpowering. It was poured using a sparkler so was cascading beutifully when served. This was just a nice beer. My only complaint is it seemed just a touch too warm which generally means it has sat in the beer lines for a bit before being served. No signs of oxidation though.