It's the weekend, which means somewhere in Florida a grown man is yelling at a television because the Dolphins found a new way to lose. That grown man is me. I've been watching this team since I still had a full head of hair and a waist that matched my age. Nothing changes. The names change, the coaches change, but my blood pressure doesn't. Kim asked me why I keep doing this to myself. Fair question. I don't have a good answer. Some things you keep doing because stopping feels like giving up on something bigger than football. Here's the actual point buried under the orange and teal. Game day disappointment is a good time to notice what you do with frustration. I used to eat my way through a bad third quarter. Now I go stand under the squat rack instead. Same feeling, different outlet. The team hasn't gotten better. I have. Gus doesn't care about any of this. He wants to know why I'm yelling and whether it means a walk is happening soon. If your team let you down this weekend too, you're in good company. Put the frustration somewhere useful instead of on the couch with a bag of chips. One more thing before you go. I'm doing a live session on Substack Monday at 4:00 EST with Candy Price | Strong Bones for Real Life. Come ask us anything, or show up and watch me figure out my microphone settings in real time.

Thanks to everyone who joined the Substack Live today. I don't think I embarrassed myself too badly. The replay is up on Substack, but if you don't have that it is also available over on YouTube here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ca4G3UBOCfo&t=9s

Decided to take a dip today. Selected Critical Swim Speed workout in my watch and off I went. I had never done this workout before but I will definitely add it in once a month perhaps to see any changes. My last real swim for my relat portion of St Anthony's sprint triathlon last April. Surprisingly enough I had my fastest 400m today. I need more swim time. I am going to try and lock in twice a week (weather permitting).