My arms are done

Remember all those butterfly and breaststrokes that I was raving about on Wednesday night?

Umm… yeah. Ouch. I could definitely feel them today. My whole team could. As soon as we jumped in the water, we knew we were in trouble. Sore arms, sore pecs, and sore shoulders – not cool. And, of course, today was the day our coach thought it would be a good idea to work on pulls. He wore our arms out until there was nothing left, then had us do another hundred just in case there was.

I was really struggling with the pulls with dead legs today. Usually they’re my favorite, but my arms were already so tired and so worn out that by the time coach tied our legs up, handed us paddles, and told us to swim – I was done. I couldn’t get enough momentum with my pulls, so my legs sunk and I was involuntarily kicking. By the last lap Felipe had added another tie to keep my legs “dead” and was swimming behind me, making sure I didn’t sink. By the time I finished I was *this close* to collapsing on the pool deck in exhaustion. Well played, coach.

At least it’s good to know I’m not the only one hurting after that workout.

Somewhere our coach is smiling. He takes pride when we complain about how hard he worked us – it means he’s doing his job.

After a workout like that, I couldn’t wait to get home and eat.

Two pieces of whole wheat toast with almond butter, pumpkin butter, peach slices, ground flax, and walnuts.

Extra peach slices on the side.

Gobbled right up before I even hit the shower.

My body is exhausted. Time to revel in that post-workout bliss at my desk. Oh, and did I mention it’s Friday. Woo hoo!