Today I made it to my coached swim session. So, Angie has decided that the last Monday of every month will be the "last, fast, fun Monday". Then she changed the "fun" word to something else because she commented that maybe fun isn't quite the right word...
I was afraid of this swim. Not because I didn't think I could do it. I knew I'd be able to do it - to some extent. I was afraid of seeing just how much fitness I've lost. After the blow to my ego following my run yesterday, it made me sad to think how far my swim fitness may have fallen.
The good news? I've still got it baby! After our warmup, she had us doing 25 metre sprints. I did the first one in 25 seconds. Now, I've done 25 metres in 25 seconds before. BUT, that is the fastest I have ever done 25 metres. So, to be able to knock off a few equivalent to my fastest ever made me feel good.
The mediocre news? My endurance is still down. As we went on, I could feel my form starting to slip. It was a hard workout though, and I got through it. Swimming is one area that I've had to work the hardest to see gains, so it's nice to see that those gains haven't just gone in a puff of sickness smoke.
So, what's with the teeth comment and that scary picture of me?
Completely off topic actually. After the swim, I was chatting with some of the other triathletes there, and we were talking about Banff, one of the races I did last year, and the hilly bike route. I mentioned that I still struggle to stay off the brakes and go full speed down hills. And she told me her mantra when descending.
"I can get new teeth. I can get new teeth."
I'll have to try that one.