Two 3.7-mile city rides.
In the evening I had pool practice, as recommended in the week before the certification dive.
Also I officially hate wetsuits. No one told me you cannot move in one. I was like Linus (I think? maybe Charlie Brown) and Calvin in that when adequately dressed for conditions, I was immobile and unable to build snowfolk or swim. I do not cuss imaginatively enough to get myself in and out of seven millimeters of neoprene. I am going to wear a thing this coming weekend but I am not going to enjoy it in the slightest. Sixty-two-degree water is not that cold, not for four 15-minute dives. What's going to be unbearable is having to remain in a damp wetsuit in between dives and worse, wriggle into and out of it while it's wet.
The horror, the horror.