Yesterday night everything hurt. I crawled into bed whining about my back, and my Charlie horses, and my cramping feet. I couldn’t list everything that was sore. I was too tired. I craved salt, and realized I needed to be better at staying hydrated throughout the day.
Waking up, still sore, I had all of today to get through. It started to feel like the old doughnut commercial where the guy is going through the drudgery of routine. Work, work out, do another workout, write, crawl into bed. Lather, rinse, repeat for days and days and days.
So I had to inject some new, hot, awesome goodness into the day. It arrived with the mail. I got a new stretch DVD. Oh, boy, did I need to stretch. Ow ow owowow! I made a massage appointment for Saturday. I made a phenomenal lunch that is a really great copy of a famous Chinese street noodle dish, and paired it with a spinach salad. I have some mad healthy cooking skills.
Workday, workday, workday. Emergency vet visit for the dog. Fix dinner for hubby and I, then – Sigh – Time to make the workouts…again.
I was glad to be on the stationary bike at the gym. I really needed more cycling this week. I tried to keep the RPMs over 90, while guessing the puzzles on Wheel of Fortune. I got mediocre results at both. Then quick change, and head to the pool for Masters Swim.
Before I got in the water, I was worrying about where I can start to take some more swim lessons when my weekly triathlon swim clinic is over later this month. I started inquiring of the coaches nearby. No you have to talk to some folks who aren’t here now. Go work out.
My workout is now the same as the other Master Swimmers. The coach wanted me to think I had a personalized workout because I was the only one training for Triathlon; but it appears it was really that she wanted to make sure I could handle the workouts the rest of the group was doing. So OK. I’m now performing with the Master Swimmers. Woo. But is this still geared toward getting me ready?
The track constantly running through my head keeps questioning my readiness for EagleMan come June.
I need to be ready. What will get me ready? What more can I do? AAaaaaa! And it’s still January. I have MONTHS of this left.
My 25 yard lengths were taking 34 seconds. What? I was at 27 seconds two nights ago. Why am I slower now? I kept going, focusing on form. The coach was suddenly at the end of the pool, looking down at me. “Why are you asking about swim lessons? You’re doing so well.”
Uh, I am?
Coach told me that my freestyle stroke is really looking great, and there is really only so much in the way of the basic principles that I’ll be learning. My swim clinic and 4 Master Swim sessions per week should do the trick.
Wow. But coach, I’m still worrying about disqualifying for time on the swim portion of the Aquabike. So then she said the magic words, “At the rate you’re improving, there is no way you’ll disqualify.”
I was really happy and grateful for the pep talk. I thanked her, and went back to my drills. And I swam the 25 yards in 27 seconds. Seriously.