Flipping

It's kinda nice when we get a Sunday off from training. Today, Mother Nature is to thank, the big storm moved in with high winds rendering us unsafe to bike. Instead, I met up with a few of my teammates* at Koret for a swim at the much more reasonable hour of 9:30. With my grandparents in town this weekend, I've been working more on my endurance eating and drinking, so I was grateful to get in a good night's sleep after a great meal at Bar Bambino. And then grateful to have good friends who motivated me to get to the pool.
*A few teammates

I decided that I was going to learn how to do flip turns this year. With the guidance of a swimming buddy (and the internet), I'm making progress. I can actually do the turn without losing my breath. And while I don't have the objectivity, I think my form is getting better. It's amazing how much faster I am in the pool; I know it won't change anything during a race itself, but I do feel like my swimming is getting stronger overall.

As alluded to earlier, I've had out of town guests the last two weekends which has interfered somewhat in my training (mostly due to increased alcohol consumption). In a weird way, this is actually leading to improved results. My theory is that I'm more relaxed about training this year. I'm not doing any races that I haven't already done and therefor, I don't have the fear of god in me. Subsequently, I train when I can and when I'm there, I'm there 100%. I'm also not sweating it (literally) when something else comes up and I miss a workout. After all, life is short and there's a lot of life to live outside the pool, off the bike, and away from the track. This approach suits me well. Living life outside the pool, bike and track.

Back on The Blog

It's been months since my last post. It's not that nothing interesting has happened, I just haven't wanted to write about it. Publically.

I'm back on the training circuit and that's always fun to write about. I've joined Master's at Koret and figured, since I was going to swim with the big guns, I should act like the big guns act. Thus, I pee'd in the pool. It was fun. But come on. Really? Am I that susceptible to the bad advice of my fellow swimmers?

Here's what happened. It was 40 minutes into the workout and I had to go. Attendance was pretty low that night and I had the whole lane to myself. I was hanging at the end of the lane on a rest...and...it just kinda happened. Ok, it didn't "just" happen. I can't in good conscience blame this on bladder control. But there I was, peeing in the water and nobody knew!

The whole point of peeing in the water was so I could continue the workout without having to get out of the pool. Problem is, after I pee'd in my own friggin lane, I didn't want to keep swimming in it. And so, I am chalking this experience up to a bad judgment call. And while I will continue to pee in my wetsuit, there will be no more peeing at Koret, so fear not fellow Masters' swimmers. That warm spot has nothing to do with me.