1600 = 1

...as in 1600 meters swam = 1 mile....


I did 1 mile in the pool!

My arms are exhausted.

It was crazy kid night at the pool yesterday, I swear! Swim lessons, swim team practice & stupid boys who couldn't keep their basketball out of my lane. Next time I'm just going to chuck it at one of their heads. I might get kicked out of the pool, but at least I'll feel better.

The goal for the swim was 800m (4 x 200m), keeping a steady pace, and keeping good form - all while dodging basketballs. Oooooh, obstacle course! Fun!Overall the first 800 felt pretty good and I really started to find a rhythm towards the end, which was nice.

…pull, roll, breathe…pull, roll, breathe…..repeat as needed.

Even though I wasn’t shooting for a specific time, I still managed a 2:01/100yd pace, which is pretty much right where I want to be. After the first 80om, I still wasn’t all that satisfied with my form, so I took a little break & got ready to go again.

By this time the basketball game had finished, thank goodness, and a father/daughter duo had moved in next door. Now, usually when I swim, I try to ignore what is going on around me, but these two were pretty entertaining. He was trying to teach her to swim, and she wanted no part of it. For every 50 that she swam, I did 100, so I got to hear the conversations whenever she was done with a lap. They got to be pretty entertaining.

Dad: “One more freestyle lap with good form and without stopping and you can be finished.”
Daughter: “Why can’t I be done nooowwwww??”

(yeah, she sounded like Veruca Salt to me too)

This was beginning to sound like the arguments I have in my head. Next lap:

Dad: “You didn’t finish that lap, you stopped halfway through, so now you have to do another one
Daughter: “I don’t want to. I want to be done.”

This is beginning to sound familiar….

Dad: “If you do one more good lap without stopping, you can be done and I’ll buy you a latte.”

Ah. There. NOW it’s the same argument I had with myself last weekend regarding getting up and running. Bribery – works everytime. She swam the lap and was done.

After I was done snorting chlorine because I was snickering to myself I continued on my merry way. I was in such a good mood that I finished up my last 400m without even thinking about it, and I’m pretty sure I had a negative split for the second 800m! Whohoo! Go Me!! I still felt strong at the end, so that’s encouraging.

On the downside, my arms are so fatigued today (the day after) that I could barely lift them to wash my hair this morning! Oh well!