The girls went to bed at 9 last night, and out of fear of making an ass out of myself in seven weeks, I made my way over the the flourescent-lit, 3-lane, 25 meter pool over on the west side o' town.
Fortunately, I ran into a guy I have played racquetball with several times. He's a veteran of many open water swim races, and after 45 minutes of instruction, barking orders, and motivational yells, I was gassed. I think he took it upon himself to kick my ass in the pool like I went and gone done on to him on the court. Paybacks are a bitch, but I learned more in those 45 minutes about swimming than I have in my life. I think I can take his techniques and squeeze out a 1K swim if I can stay at it for the next six weeks. The good news is, I'll probably see him at the pool 1-2 times a week, so the ass kicking/learning has just begun. Believe me, I can only get better.
D roped me into a 10K this weekend on Saturday. We'll see how that goes. I'll be the one guy with long shorts, cheap running shoes, and a cycling industry t-shirt. I have to say I'm digging the diversity after 5 years of just riding bikes.
Where's the 10K at? You gonna do great, amigo!
ReplyDeleteI wish I lived I lived in the area so I could heckle you and chase afer you with a high life.
ReplyDeletedude, don't let me down! i just hooked you up with running shorts and knee high compression socks! fly your freak flag! ;-)
ReplyDeletecatch up mid-weekend to see how it went. have fun!
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btw, i have a new speedo you can have, too! you tri geeks are funny...
OK, OK, I'll wear the banana hammock and the knee highs. Pics of that will be buried with me.
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