Yesterday, Coach Mike made his presence known by shouting, "what's was your time?" after every fricken 100 and 50 of the set. At 6 AM, my mind isn't always rallying with the rest of me. I was looking at the time clock and stuttering, uh uh uh 42, or was it 38, let's say 40, yeah, 40. Mike just turned away disgusted. Apparently I wasn't the only lame-o, because we all got a lecture about knowing our times, without having to look at the clock (huh?) . So, that's the newest thing for masters. We need to know how fast we are swimming. At all times. Especially when the coach is around. (note to self: must drink more coffee before swim)
I'm not even sure I can remember the workout, my mind has been slapped around a bit.
2 x 200 free every other 50 drill
400 kick/ dolphin, back, free, fly on back (by 100's)
200 pull
8 x 100 free (hold all at "test" 100 pace)
400 kick (or was it 200? he was blowing the whistle to make us go fast and slower, very confusing)
8 x 50 free (plus "test 50" for reference) on 50 sec.
long lecture about the clock....finally cool down
Later in the day I took Phoebe for a one hour run. I am in total denial, but I feel like I am getting a cold. I have already bee sick twice this year, so this is insane!! I felt really slow on the run, but plodded along and started to feel better by the end. It was warm and I think I was dehydrated last night, since I'm not used to the warmer weather yet. Today is cool again, so no need to drink a bunch (of water) today. I'm about to go out for a ride, in the wind, in the cold. brrrrr.
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