Yesterday, I decided to go back to the college pool to swim, just do some easy laps for a change. My shoulder was really tender. Alas, the pool was dedicated to about 100 high school kids celebrating the end of the school year. I politely declined to swim. I went to grocery store instead–whee! Such an exciting life I lead.
Today I decided to hit the reservoir again, but a bit later. A confession–I am not supposed to be swimming in the lake. I guess it’s against the rules to swim anywhere except the designated swim beach. Granted, I didn’t read the rules so I don’t know for sure. But what the heck, nothing ventured and all that. Anyway, since it was Friday we decided to go a little later, hoping most folks would have left and gone out for Friday festivities. We were fairly lucky–only one guy out fishing away from where I swim. I put on the swimsuit and shoes before we left home. That made things a lot quicker. So, into the water and off I went. It was like trying to swim in a washing machine. The wind or something made the water incredibly choppy and I had the luck (good or bad) to be swimming across the current. I tried to figure out some kind of rhythm to the dips and swells, but there was none. No putting my head in the water today, it was all life-guard crawl–or breast stroke–or side stroke. Believe it or not, side stroke was actually the easiest and got me the most distance per stroke, according to G watching from the shore.
Up side–45 minutes in the water! I also managed to swim around, through, under, whatever, the wake of a ski boat that came buzzing into the cove for a while. Don’t get me wrong–it was HARD. I got slapped in the face more than a few times by errant waves. But, it was exactly the kind of conditions I need to experience, so I was happy. Yes, happy, I’m a bit odd.
G. was hollering from the shore to step it up and push harder, and I did try, but really I was happy just to keep on top of things. I managed 3 “laps” of my distance and the best part was no breathing trouble, so I do think it’s a morning vs later in the day kind of thing. So, next week, I’m going to do 2 morning swims so I can practice getting moving around early and do my breathing exercises to get the lungs limbered up and we’ll see what happens.
And, my sweet baby bought me a pump for my bike (since the air compressor we did use exploded) and I’m going to head for a 10-mile bike ride in the morning. I’m hoping time on the bike will help the lung capacity. I punched the bag for 5 to 10 minutes today and that really got the blood (and sweat) flowing. One way or the other, I am going to be ready for this swim.
And on that note, I would really like to send a shout out to the Autograph Hound for his great comment on my last post. Trust me, I LOVE all your comments. I LIVE for comments, but his really struck a chord with me–and today I found myself repeating the mantra, “the training is the marathon” over and over, and it got me through. So, thanks, AH, you are a wise man.
And now, well exercised and pleasantly tired but far from exhausted, I am going to go upstairs and snuggle in bed with my wife.
I wish everyone as pleasant an evening!