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.
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As I rolled over in bed this morning bemoaning the lack of a workout on my schedule, I thought of you and how excited you must be to get back to work :-)
ha! welcome back michelle, welcome back!
This post confirms to me that I have no idea how to work hard in the pool. I mean, I never, ever feel like that when I swim. When I run, sure, I meet the hurt and we hang out, no problem. It takes work, but I can get there on the bike, too. In the pool, not so much, I am in la, la land most of the time!
Glad you survived the down week!
Wow, a total smashfest! You clearly picked the right coach :-)
HAVE FUN! :)) Giggle.
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