I made it to swimming this morning. It is amazing what a few weeks out of the water will do to your swimming fitness. I felt like I was being waterboarded for a little over an hour. Apparently, during my swimming hiatus, I completely lost the ability to breathe cleanly. To make matters worse, my lungs have zero tolerance for water, making the entire morning a bit of a man vs. himself (or would this be man vs. nature? Could any literature types help with this?) struggle. At least the bubble (winter cover) is off the pool, so we were able to swim outside while the sun came up. I need to get back into form pretty quickly if I'm going to make the 1.2 mile swim in my triathlon -- if my lungs hate pool water this bad, I'm sure they would not tolerate Gulf Coast water for 40-something minutes.
By the way, I don't know if I've mentioned this, but I looked up the map for the swim portion of this race. The directions (simplified of course) are 1) swim towards Cuba 950 yards (little over a half mile); 2) turn right and swim 200 yards; 3) swim 950 yards back to Florida. Maybe I'm naive, but it seems like they could keep this entire swim a little closer to shore. Just a thought.
*** Last night I did nothing. I had a run scheduled, but Jessi had a cooking class so Bryce and I went to Dick's to get some supplies, had dinner, and did guy stuff. Swam this morning 1 hour 15 minutes, plan to do a short bike/run brick tonight (probably the only time I'll do all three things in one day during training).
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