This is an awesome race recap of this year’s 70.3 in Oceanside, by Trevor Wurtele. One of the funniest parts is where he says one of his competitors was having “a bad Ricky Bobby day.” That was me in the pool this morning.
First of all, this is what Coach Irondad left for me in Training Peaks: “Speed Swim: 150 warmup; 5×50 with :15 rest; 100 easy; 4×50 with :15 rest; 100 cooldown.” Ok, I barely know what that means. I assumed the x50 laps were supposed to be at my max effort, or else why would I need the :15 rest? I’m dumb. It’s all I can do to translate the yards into laps and remember how many at each type of effort.
So I get out there, and it’s crowded. Ugh. Last time the pool was busy, I almost had a head-on collision with someone because I didn’t understand that, two to a lane means you split it, three or more means circle swim. Got it. Except today I was circle swimming on the wrong side of the lane, and got kicked square in the nose.
I had to get out, go back to the locker room to make sure it wasn’t bleeding or broken, and to cry a little – both because it hurt, and because I was embarrassed. Am I ever going to get better at this?
I seriously considered throwing in the towel (literally) and just going to work. But there wouldn’t be any way to make up this workout, so I sucked it up and got back out there. (I did sit in the bleachers for a while, watching everyone and picking the lane that looked ‘friendliest.’) Pleased to say I got it done. Even felt kind of fast at the beginning of my ‘max effort’ laps. Trying to adopt the perspective that it’s a victory.