I don't know if I was encouraged or puzzled, but swimming a mile this morning wasn't as tough as I thought it would be. My morning started with a 5:00 wake up from my alarm clock. I had everything laid out and ready to go so I was able to be moving in the van by 5:15. I have learned from past experience that if I don't have it all set up and ready to go, then there is a good chance I will not go. But go I did.
After changing I got into the pool at 5:31 and began to swim. The pool is 25 yards long which means that I had to swim 1760 ÷ 25 = 70.4 lengths of the pool. After experiencing the Icebreaker Marathon I knew that being accountable to count to 70 wasn't going to happen. Instead I broke it down to 4 separate 400 yard portions. Each time I would swim two lengths (down and back) I would count it as one and would count 8 of those which would equal 400 yards. I did that four times and then was left with 160 yards to cover at the end. For that I just did four more trips down and back getting me a total of 1800 yards. I'm not going to lie. I was basically doing side strokes for the whole time. Any other stroke would have tired me out way too much, but I got it done.
When I was done I just hung onto the edge of the pool. I didn't stop at all during the mile swim and this was my first break. It was then that I began to realize just how tired my legs were. During the swim I just focused on having big kicks to get me through the water and wasn't thinking about how they actually felt.
The recovery wasn't really that bad. I got out and sat on the bleachers for a few minutes then went and changed and headed home. Not a bad morning, until....
This happened on my way to school:
I should have known that was going to happen after seeing what locker I had used at the pool.
I was 2 miles into my ride to school when I heard a hissing noise from my front tire. Upon further inspection I discovered that there was a piece of glass that punctured the tire. That meant that I had to walk with my bike for the remaining two miles to school. Luckily for me I left pretty early so I wasn't late, I was just flustered. Also luckily for me, I have the best wife in the world who stopped by my school and picked up my tire and took it to get a new tube so I could ride home!
I finished with my favorite drink in the whole entire world. This stuff is amazing!
Tonight at dinner I told Melissa that this may become my new Monday morning routine. Well minus the flat tire. I had a good time and really felt confident that I could do it again.
42 goals down!