Soaking Rain

We had a new neighbor move in downstairs. Previously it was a bunch of recently graduated college kids who could care less if I biked on the trainer for an hour or more. Now it is an old lady ready to retire. The first day I biked on the trainer after 45 mins the new neighbor knocked on the door and asked what I was doing ? She said it sounded like a freight train in her apt — her over exaggeration .
Considering we are moving soon , and R insisted I decided I would bike outside for the rest f the time at this apt.
As it turns so far I am batting .8 for it to rain the day I have to bike.
Yesterday was pelting rain. And I had to bike 1hr with repeats. I got home and decided I was being a wimp for trying to get out of it.

Start of training 2012

After running an easy 10k turkey-trot over thanksgiving I am back to training. Or whatever you can say is training for triathlons. So far it is still out-season training at EN. So the volume is fairly low. But with enough other things to deal with , like moving, trip abroad, etc training takes a back-seat.
So I started this week with the plan to hit very day till I leave for my trip abroad. Still have to figure out the logistics of working out for tris while in Pakistan .

Pakistan consulate

So R. And I got done with the Pakistan consulate finally. I had to get a new passport and she had to get a visa.
My passport stuff was rather easy. I just had to get all the paperwork in place, which I already had. And then get a self-addressed envelope to get the stuff back in. So it was easy enough to make it a day in the city. Get all of the stuff ready and they send it back to me. Got it bak in 6 days.
Rhians was more interesting. She tried to got earlier in the week , but didn’t have all of the paperwork. So we decided to make it a day before thanksgiving. My only restriction was I don’t talk. Got there pretty early. The guy behind the counter asked for her to photocopy some more stuff, which we did. Then she went back , and the guy asked if very loudly “so why do you want to go to pakistan ” . I found it funny enough to laugh. She said it was her husbands family, to which the next question who is your husband? She gave my name and showed a copy of my passport. I find it very reassuring the Pakistan embassy will allow anyone to claim to be married to anyone else, wish I had known that earlier 😉 . After the last question he took the passport and asked us to pick it up at 4pm. When we got the passport it had a written notation that “husband is a Pakistani”. Though all of those are valid questions and statements and I do not detract from any of them but still the approach seemed very misogynistic.