Last night I checked Training Peaks to see what was on the schedule for today... The title of this morning's swim said, "Rest week is done... swim with something to bite on."
Coach is getting to know me better and better every week. I read the workout, thought holy shit I'm pretty sure I can't do that and then got the biggest genuine grin on my face. Ok then. Let's get back to work!
After 2600M this morning, 2100 of which was at or very near t-pace, when we still had 900M at better than t-pace to go, and I was pretty sure that someone had dumped a couple boxes of cornstarch in the pool, I could no longer feel my feet and I thought I don't need a stick to chew on, I need a bucket to puke in.
It was awesome.