
Today was a rare hot day in San Francisco. It was sunny and beautiful. It felt more like summer vacation than training.

The whole family joined me at the Dolphin Club. My wife, Lisa, played with the kids on the beach. Lance (2 yrs) buried Brant (5 yrs) in the sand. I got a long swim in and enjoyed every minute of it.

The typically windy, cold and lonely beach was packed with folks in swimwear and sunglasses. After emerging from the water, I sat in the sun and warmed while played with the boys. It was a welcome change from the straight legged, shivering march to the sauna. It was one of those perfect summers days you never want to end.