Week 37: Swim a Mile or More

Another week has come, and I find myself further behind.  On the upshot though I am getting this entry out a full day before next weeks drawing so good on me there.

Some other good news, I did the math, and if I were to quit and abandon the remaining resolutions I would officially have completed 65% of them.  That's a solid "D" folks.  "D" is for debonair.

Anyway, life has continued to insist upon itself, and slow me down.  This week though marks the first drawing at my new professional place of soul crushing.  It's always awkward to try and fit in amongst new co-workers, doubly so when you ask them to reach inside your hat.

Doing the reluctant honors this week was Tracie:

Ninja fast she was

The result of course:

I've got to stop believing in myself

Put that in your wagon and pull it.


Thursday Update

It's like the glory days I accomplished this weeks task only 1 day behind schedule.  The question was of course what by way of proof do I provide?  I don't have an underwater camera, and the pool at the gym tends to frown on taking pictures in the pool area.

So I found myself making yet another awkward request to have a buddy come take some pictures surreptitiously of me swimming.  It's like that one time at camp all over again.

Anyway, documentation is light on this one.  You'll just have to trust that I did it.  32 laps, if you count a lap as back and forth across the pool.

So many people use this pool it's like swimming in someones bath tub

Or 64 trips from one side to the other, which I prefer because it sounds more impressive.  I decided on the excellent time of 9:30, because "Night Swimming" is a song by REM, and because I thought the pool would for sure be empty.

I was wrong on the latter.  the whole 50 odd minutes it took to swim 32 laps the pool was constantly full of people.  Old men in speedos, young future olympians, very hairy men, I got to swim next to the best of them.

How was it?
It sucked, the first 10 laps were easy the second 10 were exhausting, and the final 12 were torture.  My feet and calves had a cramp-off content.

cramps

Towards the end I really took advantage of the backstrokoe

But I did finish.  In slightly less time than it takes a senior to check out at the grocery store.  Which is a win I guess. 

Swimmers eat doughnuts right?

Thanks for listening.

Swimming is a confusing sport, because sometimes you do it for fun, and other times you do it to not die. And when I'm swimming, sometimes I'm not sure which one it is.
-Demetri Martin