The problem: I headed to the gym, dropped Henry off at childcare, and realized that they closed for lunch at 1 PM. I said, “Do you mind if I swim really, really, really quick?” The lady said no, not at all, so I practically sprinted down the hallway.
Time for a speed swim.
I am really lax about speedwork in the pool. This is definitely something I want to improve on. My goal for the upcoming tri season is simply to get a little faster. In the spirit of the Silverware Drawer Year, I’m definitely not going to kill myself in the process, but last week’s half marathon did make me realize that I am (relatively) faster than I give myself credit for. I’m used to placing in the bottom 50% (or even bottom 25%) when I do triathlons; it would be cool to be in the top 50%. Girlfriend isn’t going to win any events anytime soon, but top half is a nice, manageable goal that still keeps it light and fun.
Anyway, nothing like a closing daycare to motivate a momma to swim as fast as possible, right?
The result? 450 yards in about 11 minutes. Not too shabby. Maybe I should drop him off 15 minutes before daycare closes every week.