just. . . keep. . . . breathing

Swimming used to be something you did in the summer, splashing around the pool lake or in the ocean. That is the swimming I remember.

The swimming I am DOING has nothing to do with those prevous days of fun. This morning it hit home - I have to swim a lot to prepare for the race. This monring was 950meters in the pool, doing cominations of freestyle drills, kicking drills and a short arm up and cool down. It wasn't fun, but I did it. Another 30 minutes in and 950m down. Bike day tomorrow.