Maybe I’m still ill?
After Friday’s aborted bike ride, I took Daughter to her swimming lesson after school. My plan, while she was busy being top-of-the-class (so gratifying for a Competitive Dad), I planned to roll my way up and down the pool for 1000m or so. But somehow, the drive just wasn’t in me.
Maybe I was still not really recovered from the night before’s pool session, in which Peter the Coach had us starting to work up our speed (”Feel the aggression as you accelerate your hand through the stroke“). I seemed to be trying too hard, and just couldn’t find my rhythm - either just watching the tiles almost stationary, or finding myself almost choked for breath and just plain and simple out of puff.
Or maybe that Man Flu from earlier in the week was still in my system.
Whatever the reason, after about only 20 minutes, I’d had it, and just hopped out to sit on the edge of the pool watching Daughter do her thing. It was more or less at this point that I also decided not to go for a ride on Saturday morning, meaning that I’d miss the fortnight’s target mileage by 12 miles.
I had a four hour drive to do during the day in order to get to Tall Friend’s house for a party, and seeing as I’d just bailed out of two training sessions in a single day, perhaps my body was telling me that I needed a rest. So I opted for resting in bed on the following morning, rather than behind the wheel in the afternoon.
Ain’t post rationalisation a wonderful thing?
Workout:
- Type: Swim
- Date: 06/29/2007
- Time: 15:00:00
- Total Time: 00:20:00.00
- Distance: 700 m
- Average Pace: 2:52.07/100m
