Tuesday, December 28, 2010

My morning swim.

I will begin my training in earnest soon.  I need it.  Today my alarm went off at 5:00am.  My clothes were staged - ready to dress and proceed to the pool.  Then I snoozed for an hour.  Rolled out at 6:00am, brushed teeth with eyes closed, grabbed a nice fresh towel from the guest closet supply (my wife hates it when I use the good stuff), then managed to get to my car over the packed ice in the driveway from the snow I never shovelled.  Listened to Radiohead's Hail to the Thief all the way to the YMCA, parked, got out, lifted the hatch to the Subaru and then realized I forgot my bag.  Within my bag I keep some swimming essentials:  my suit, my goggles, my lock.  There I stood with my fluffy nice towel and nothing else.  No nude swimming at the downtown YMCA so I proceeded to Starbucks for my grande Pike with cream, then home.

It may be a blessing in disguise.  Normally I keep my swimming bag out in the car regardless of the conditions.  I'll swim one day, throw my wet suit in the bag, put it in my sub 20 degree car, then go swimming two days later.  I literally have to twist and bend the frozen rigor mortis'ed Speedo to break it into shape.  Putting that baby on is cold.  Like a cold you don't really want to face. The searing pain only last a second though and it's usually a good motivator to get in the water and start hitting it.   

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