Wednesday: Swim

SOOOO, Did I mention that I talked to Mark Miller yesterday?  He is my track coach, and he really has some pearls of wisdom.  He is not a big talker, and I really know almost NO personal information about him.  BUT, he has great insight, and I take the opportunity to ask his advice whenever I am mulling something over.

Lately, I have been mulling over my declining athletic performance, my own personal apathy, my willingness to be involved in most any group cardio and my disinterest in taking a day off. It does not really  all make sense, but when I ran it by Mark Miller, he said I need to take a day off on every day of every week, doubly and especially when I am not training for something specific. Also, he thought I should back off and ease up, maybe not push as hard and really just enjoy myself and maintain my level of fitness.  His reasoning behind all of this was that when I did start training for something, my body would be rested and I would not have this feeling that I was going hard all the time, so that I was able at some point to peak at a race.

In thinking back, if I had thought these things out before Boston, I might have run better.  I was sort of on this same hard driving course last year.  So, I am going to dial it down and take Thursdays off.  I am going to continue Speed Sessions and drop my interval times back a bit, I might still aim to get on the trainer and I will continue with swim, but I am going to stop pushing for a while.  It seems wise, and as per usual, Mark Miller is wise.

Now, I made it to swim relatively on time, but I only swam about 2500 meters, because I AM DIALING IT DOWN.  After swim, in celebration of dialing it down, I picked up lunch at the Local Taco and bought some new pool conditioner and shampoo, which I will tell you all about at a later date.

At home, I sprinted around the house to get ready for work and then the unthinkable happened to me.  I think it has been over a year since it happened to me, but it hit me like a ton of bricks and it makes me so glad that I have never smoked crack.  I ran into a pan of chess squares.  I think I might have eaten three before that terrible sugar feeling arrived in the back of my jaw.  I can't even remember what they tasted like, it was just this feeling of bliss that buzzed around my body for a few brief moments.  What is it with  chess squares?