Apparently I can make requests at Masters that actually get heard.
Who knew???
This morning I asked Coach Frank if we could (sometime in the distant future) do 10*200 meters all on the same interval. He looked at me and said:
Sure. How about today!
Gulp!
Hold on. Wait a second. I didn't mean today! I am not even ready...
Too late. 10*200 it is.
Of course I didn't tell anybody that this was my idea for fear of getting drowned... Not that 10*200 is terribly hard and it's certainly not very far but 200s have never been my favorite. (Which is exactly why I asked for them.) It's kinda like running the 800: longer than a sprint but still fast.
I managed to escape into the next lane over after the warm-up. Lots of fast people showed up today and I got a little worried, so I joined P and T who I love for their consistency. I'll take consistency over speed any day. They made me lead our lane and, although I am always paranoid I might be slowing somebody down, I didn't complain this time because I was set on nailing this workout. And, let's be honest here, I like being in charge.
It wasn't quite the monotonous and 'boring' set that I had hoped for because Coach had us do the second 5*200 broken up. It was tough either way though and after #7 I had just enough air to tell Coach: Ok. Lesson learned: Be careful what you ask for! Then I hurried and pushed off the wall before my lane mates had a chance to drown me.
I already have some ideas for next time...
While swimming isn't necessarily at an all-time low, running certainly is. Coach has actually stopped calling it running altogether. When I came home from the pool, I opened up TrainingPeaks and figured I must have logged into someone else's account by accident. It read:
Longer jog. 3 miles.
What?!? This certainly can't be meant for me. I double-checked. Sure enough: This was my workout for the day. Wow! Apparently I not only turned into a jogger (!) but 3 miles are now considered longer? Yikes! Things are clearly not going so well on the running front over here! I've had some great (i.e. fun) rides up here in Flagstaff and down in the Valley over the last few weeks but even then my leg has been bothering me quite a bit. So, no, I still don't want to talk about that lame limb of mine. When people ask me about it, this is what I tell them: I don't want to talk about it. Which then creates an awkward moment of silence because usually they don't think I am serious. But I am! I really appreciate your concern but, unless you want me to get extremely frustrated, we'd better talk about the weather.
And now, if you would excuse me, I have some jogging to do. This time I don't even need to leave our apartment complex! Bonus!
PS: Last month I have been repeating to myself over and over again: It's only November. It's only November. It's only November. Now that it's December, I am having a little problem. So I talked to Colleen. (Because that's what I do when I have problems.) And she said: December is the New November! There you go. Still plenty of time and no reason to be getting impatient...
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