Look at that Zebra go!
Today will be the day I will kick myself silly for this PB. It will creep just below my skin - this need to topple the PB. Damn!
I do not mean to gloat, so pardon me, I'd say first hand. But this earned its spot in this blog.
I did my first 2k swim - non-stop!
The laps were repetitive, and I could feel the pace was getting faster whenever I felt comfortable, and I had to calm down and bring the speed down. And mostly I survived on 2-strokes breathing, which was ok, as I sometimes alternate between 3 and 4-strokes. Manageable, I'd say.
I dunno what it was - whether the heavy cereals, plus the chocolate breads and some caffeine (found it was useful nonetheless in Putrajaya last weekend), or was it the heavy dinner last night, or was it the good sleeps I have been having, thanks to my flu and cough syrups.
I just went into the pool, and swam, swam and swam. Initial target to go to 300m warm-up lap, then went to 600m, but I went continously until I hit 1.5k, and I thought 1.8k is within reach. At the last lap, I thought hey, I just need another 200m and that's it.
My throat was piercing though. I just had few sips of Gatorade prior to getting in, and my left arm felt weakened in each pulls. After I'm done, I felt my body warm, shoulder and neck good, and I actually felt I could swim a a little further, I think - the feeling you should have after each LSDs when we peak. And, a tan line between my torso up, and my knees down.
Last Friday, Eric gave me a homework, to do a continuous 1.5k swim, divided in series of 250m front crawls and 50m of breaststrokes, and repeat all the way.
Given the right pace, I felt I could do this (although in my modest pool only).
And what comes after a hard swim? A big lunch! I need big meals as my weight keeps dipping lower.