So, at 6:30 I was home having had two beers and half a corned beef sandwich. I was at a loss. What do people who get home at 6:30 do with themselves (I usually don't get home till 8 and if I workout after work its much later)?? Taking advantage of situation I rested (didn't nap per se, just rested) did some laundry and then figured I may as well head to the pool for the 9pm lap swim. I have to admit that I was dreading it. Obviously there was the beer, and the fact that it was scheduled to take an hour and fifteen minutes and I couldn't start till 9 (and my coach has this uncanny ability to know EXACTLY how long something is going to take) but the real issue was that the main set was 7 300s broken by 100 (so you swim 100 yards, rest 10 second, swim 100 yards, rest 10 second, swim 100 yards, rest one minute. repeat. seven times). In my mind that is 21 100s (NOT the way to think of it, btw) and that is mind numbing torture.
But I went, and did it. And it wasn't that bad. In fact, it was rather good. The 100s were all within 10 second of each other (not fast per se, but consistent) and looking forward to the minute rest made the set less tedious. And the best part? It only took an hour. And my coach KNOWS how long it should take. So the ONLY option here is that I was going super fast.
I think this means that its my obligation as a triathlete to consume two pints of Guinness and half a corned beef sandwich before every event and long training session. So Sara, I hope you don't mind taking over the driving duties for the races we're doing together;)
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ummmmm, do you really want me driving? You know how bad my navigation skills are so you can only imagine how bad my driving is. I think Scott has banned me for life from ever driving again....sad, I know.
How do you think I become such an awesome triathlete? Guinness for strength.
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