I had my butt handed to me in the pool this morning. I’ve never felt more exhausted leaving the pool than I did after that workout.
It wasn’t our usual workout of timed sets and rests. We focused on drills and spent 45 minutes butterfly kicking with our legs tied together. We weren’t allowed to move our arms at all, just butterfly kicks with legs that didn’t come apart. That was hard. Then we were slowly allowed to start free style strokes (trying to freestyle stoke with butterfly legs was similar to trying to pat your head and rub your stomach at the same time). After we mastered that, we were introduced to the full butterfly stroke (my first time EVER attempting butterfly stroke) for a couple of lengths. We finished our crazy workout with straight pulls and legs that were still bound up and couldn’t move. You had to really pull and work to get across the pool without sinking. I was so tired at the end, that the 100 medium-paced freestyle set that followed was too much to handle. I was done.
The workout probably wouldn’t have been as bad in a 25-yard pool, but the 50-meter distance felt like an eternity to get across. It was also tricky to figure out the breathing situation. Apparently our coach assumed we all had gills, I forgot that was a requirement in swimming.
When we wrapped up our coach warned us there would be “no more Mr. Nice Guy.” From here on out, he was going to work us to the point where, if we’re not doing it right, we’re going to sink. Definitely took note of that today. Oddly enough, I’m looking forward to it. I enjoy being pushed to my limits and truly believe that that’s really the only way to improve. I told him to bring it on – I’m ready for it.
He also told me he would help me with my cycling some (which I desperately need). I showed him the scratches where my bike chain got me on Saturday and he said “Yep, that’s going to leave a mark. Don’t worry – that just means you’re a real cyclists. Scars are cool.” Something only a fellow triathlete would say to another.
I was too exhausted to make anything besides a bowl of cereal when I got home from practice.
In the mix:
- Wheat Chex
- Kashi Blueberry Clusters
- Plain Chobani
- honey peanut butter
You know it’s going to be a good day when your arms already feel like jello before it even has a chance to begin. I love morning workouts.
P.S. MIssy Franklin ROCKS and so does the Great Britain men’s gymnastics team. That is all.