I had a good session in the pool last night. I was a little concerned, because the pool was right next to the area where the conference I am attended was holding it's get-together. I felt kind of awkward flailing about in the pool with my colleagues just yards away. But heck, every chance I get to get in some time in a pool, I need to take it. (As it turned out, no one noticed me.)
I'm struggling with the breathing while actually swimming a freestyle stroke. It occurred to me that because I am unaccustomed to swimming, my heart rate rises rapidly. I decided to just swim for a while. I did the backstroke for about fifteen minutes. I let the water wash over my face several times. I never freaked out or felt like I couldn't breathe. After that 15 minutes, I tried a few laps of freestyle. My form was a lot better. So I think I'm onto something: just swim. Get in that good shoulder/upper body workout. Work on freestyle later.
This morning, I went out for my planned walk/run. Because I don't have to make the Hubs breakfast, put on a suit, or drive to work, I had a lot more time this morning than I normally do. I'd mapped out a 3-mile route, and I mostly followed it. After my five-minute warm-up walk, I ran 1:30/walked 1:30, then walked the last ten or twelve minutes. I did the 3-mile route in about 40 minutes. That was enough to convince me that I can do a 5K. Feelin' pretty good about that!
After we adjourned for the day, I set off for a bike ride. The first part of the ride felt magical. I was zippin' through town on the highway. I kept looking at the flags to see if I had a hefty tailwind pushing me. I didn't. It just felt great.
My route was through town to the east side of the Wenatchee River, then ride along the Icicle Creek Road until the pavement ran out. That was a great plan ... until I started climbing. Sweet Jesus was I exhausted! I stopped a couple of times on relatively "easy" short climbs, and I generally do not stop on hills (even if I'm only able to go 4 or 5 mph). Finally, I told myself to just go another half mile. Just make it to eight miles, I said, and then you can turn around. It took a LOT to get me to keep going. My inner coach was barkin' "C'mon! You got this! Another third of mile! It's clickin' away! You can do it"
You see, normally, when I do this bargain with myself - another half mile, another ten minutes - it's enough to motivate me. I get to that goal and blow right through it. I just need the motivation to get through my whiny cry-baby moment and go back to be the amazing athlete that I know I can be.
Tonight, though, the second I saw the odometer click over to 8.00, I turned around. I was on a blind curve, and I trusted my ears that there was not a motor vehicle coming in the other direction. In all honesty, I was willing to risk get smacked by a truck coming around that corner at 50 mph if it meant I could stop climbing that stupid hill.
On the descent, I quickly realized I must have done some serious climbing because I hit 41.2 mph. On chip-seal (which means I probably would have hit 45-47 mph if it was asphalt). I felt pretty good by the time I made it back to the hotel. Wiped out, but good.
I'd planned to swim again in the morning, but the mean little man at the front desk told me the pool doesn't open until 8 a.m. (He really wasn't mean, but he told me something I didn't want to hear in an entirely too-pleasant voice.) My conference starts up at 8. We adjourn at noon, and I'm thinking of sneaking into the pool afterwards, even though I will have already checked out. I'm feeling so motivated, and so *awesome* right now, that I'd love to get in another pool workout while I have access to a pool.
I ate fried and super-salty things for dinner. After today's two workouts, I decided to treat myself. And it was wonderful!