As the title suggests, this morning was my last swim workout this week. Here's what it looked like:
Warm-up: 400 continuous, last 25 in each 100 is kick
Main: 8x100 EBEH (first 25 is easy, next 25 is build, next 25 is easy, last 25 is hard)
Cool-down: 6x25, each 25 slower than previous
I felt pretty good. The warmup was easy (I remember a time not too long ago where 15 lengths killed me. Now I'm doing 18 lengths as a warmup). The main was tough - I was sucking wind toward the last few laps. I had to cut the 8 to 6 though, because I was running out of time. Soon, I swear, I will get up when my alarm goes off, and not a half hour afterwards. But my catman came up on my bed around 330, and we were totally cuddling, and it was just too cute and I couldn't pull myself away at 5. Or 510. Or 520. I finally got up at 535 and was out the door to the subway by 545. So yeah, I totally blame the little man and his cuddling superpowers. Wanna meet him?
Meet Diablo-Muffin-Little Man-Dee-Fatty-Monkey. Yeah, he's got a lot of names. And a different personality to go with each of them. I'm not quite sure if he's got the personalities because of the multiple names, or vice-versa, but it is what it is. He's my main man. Actually, he's my only man.
Tonight I've got a 45-minute easy ride, tomorrow is an off day, and Sunday I'm meeting up with some people from my triathlon club to go riding in the local park. It's gonna be 50 degrees on Sunday!
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