This is the year I become a swimmer.
I’ve studied, listened, and copied. Stroked, pulled, and kicked. All in an effort to become more proficient at the one portion of triathlon that haunts so many. I don’t want to be Michael Phelps. Nor, in all honesty, do I aspire to be Andy Potts. I just want to consider myself comfortable in the water, proficient at what I do, and reasonably speedy enough as to not embarrass myself.
I’m targeting swimming a quarter million yards this year. 250,000 yards. That’s 142 miles, or the equivalent of 59 iron distance swims. 10,000 laps in a pool.
To get there, I’ve committed myself to swimming roughly 21,000 yards per month – a paltry 5200 yards per week. Totally do-able. In fact, if I keep my wits about me (or if I decide to do an iron distance race) I very well could surpass my goal.
Like many of us northern hemisphere folks, I’m in the prep phase of my training. Sort of non-structured, do a little of this and a little of that, training. I do have a regular pattern that I’m following…Mondays are swim day right now.
Last night I hit the pool with the intention of burning off some stress, zoning out a little, and getting in a good pool session. And guess what? I did. I knocked out 3250 yards in about 54 minutes….which for me is really motoring. I’m normally around 2:00 per 100 yards. Last night? 1:49 per 100 yards. And the really surprising thing to me? I felt great! I streamlined well. My legs didn’t drop as much as they usually do. My breathing was working. The only thing that didn’t work well was that I almost broke my finger on the lane line a couple of times.
So….I’ll keep plugging along. I know there will be more swim sessions like last nights. Others will be on the opposite end of the satisfaction spectrum. At the end of the day, however, I’ll be a swimmer!