Weekend Report

I put in a good weekend.

Saturday: Swam 2,000 yards, Rode 35 miles
Sunday: Ran 12.5 miles
Monday AM: Swam 3,300 yards.

The Saturday morning swim was mediocre. A mild hang-over workout. The pool was busy though - I went to Jorgenson and there were several swimmers, promptly arriving at 7:00am. I got stuck in the lane right next to the wall. The guy in my lane had a noticeable cross-over in his stroke, his hand extended way past the center line of his body, and he did loud splashy dramatic flip turns that I think some people do to draw attention to the fact that they can do flip turns. But he still was swimming kind of fast. I turned it up a notch on this guy, to see what he could do, and lapped him in my warm-up. Just to set the tone a little.

I proceeded to push the pace the whole swim. We never got a chance to talk, but when I was getting out of the pool some guy on the deck pointed to splashy turns and said: "Do you know who that guy is?" Then he pointed to splashes name on a board on the wall that list swimmers that have put in the most workouts, their yardage, training volume, etc. He was at the top of the list. My name is not on that board. Poor guy. I unknowingly took down the King of the Jorgenson Y Saturday AM Swim. I quickly dried off and got out of there.

About 45 minutes later I went cycling with a friend of mine. We rode out into the country side, blue skies, and WIND. It was also much colder than I realized, I was freezing most of the time. It was a deceit ride, fighting the wind adds greatly to the effort. I was glad to get a little drafting as we rotated the lead position.

Yesterday's run was pleasant. I did one lap at the park with my frantic darting puppy then ran 10 miles solo. Nice and steady. I need to run more often, I was quite drained for a couple hours after.

This morning was a good swim. Downtown, not a competitive group at all. Did my normal 800 SKPS then a ladder set: 100, 200, 300, 400, 500, 400, 300, 200, 100. I pushed each distance hard, and descended my times on the way down. I think the young life guard thought I was going to have a heart attack or something. She was clutching that float thingy, and had a worried look like she might actually need to do some life saving. She's always happy to see me go.