Saturday, November 7, 2009

Allow me to bitch…just one time…just once…

So this week I headed to the pool for the first time since….um…August. Like the bag that I use to transport my swim gear to the gym, my stroke to be a little dusty, but there’s dusty and there’s DUSTY. I was D-U-S-T-Y.

I fully expected to be a little out of shape in the pool, but holy crap, where did my form go? Swimming is a really weird thing – its definitely not like riding a bike – you really can forget how to swim (or at least I managed to). While I still have excellent cardiovascular fitness from all of the running that I do, evidently my cardio fitness in the pool went by way of the dodo. I used to be able to knock off 1000m without breaking a sweat. Now I’m struggling to do 1/5 of that without getting winded.

Worse than being out of shape in the pool, I’m out of form. My form blows. I’m now doing all of the bad things that I worked so hard last year to correct: lifting my head out, not gliding, not kicking as much as I should - the list goes on an on. In August, my stroke was fluid and efficient – now I feel like an overweight St. Bernard trying to compete in a world of labs and retrievers. I just don’t get it – did all of the beer and grease that I’ve been consuming somehow kill my buoyancy?

Guess where I’m headed tomorrow morning? Out for a long run.

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