I am the Aquaphibian!
May.25, 2006, filed under Miscellany
This week the fitness planning has been like this:
- Sunday – bike ride with Frood
- Monday – rest day owing to a creamed knee caused by bunny-hopping on bike ride with Frood (otherwise it would be a running night)
- Tuesday – swimming because knee is better but probably shouldn’t run on it yet nevertheless (otherwise it would be a running night because I missed Monday’s run, otherwise a cycling night)
- Wednesday – running because going to see X3 Thursday night so won’t be able to do it then and need to get at least one run in before the weekend
- Thursday – swimming because going to see X3 and so has to be a lunchtime training session
- Friday – generally my one night off a week but I had Monday night off so I’ll probably go for a run because that doesn’t take as long as cycling and Frood’s bike is knacked.
As you can tell, I have a very methodical approach to planning my training.
A while back, with a view to ramping up the swimming part of my training, I got myself a pair of what Frood insists on calling ‘fish fingers’.
Owing to various factors, including being very busy and not being able to find the pool for a while, I had not got around to giving them a go. Today being a swim day (see above) I grabbed them from the drawer on the way out.
At the start of today’s session the guys were back and I had a serious chat with them, aided and abetted by Bob. We made it quite clear that I can’t go and play with them until I have got my minimum 30 lengths. So after that’s done, then I can come and play. They were very interested in my fish fingers, which they declared tasted nasty, to which I could only respond that they shouldn’t be trying to eat them.
Dear gods those things add a significant amount of work to swimming. I could really feel it in my triceps. The extra buoyancy makes it harder too, as does the fact that suddenly your hands are twice as big as they should be but you still have to drag them through the recovery section of your stroke.
Even so, when you’ve got that pair harassing you to get a move on so you can come play, it’s actually quite easy just to plough up and down the pool for your thirty lengths without stopping. I’m currently alternating 100m breastroke and 50m freestyle, and I’m planning gradually to increase the freestyle and decrease the breastroke.
Having said that, impatience on their part does lead to the occasional episode of:
BOFF!
gurgle cough choke splutter “What?”
“LOOK! TREASURE!”
Today’s “treasure” was an ancient elastic hair band (not even one of the fluffy ones) and a rusty hairpin.
Bless.
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