In spite of the fact that I know the above statement to be true, this week has been more of a week of "do as I say" rather than "do as I am supposed to do." Granted this first week of taper hasn't really seemed like much of a taper.
Monday, I was supposed to go to the pool just to loosen up my legs. I really did intend to, but, well...time got away and all of a sudden, it was time for me to go to bed (10:00 p.m.!). Tuesday morning speedwork was missed because I had a chiropractor appoint, but face it, I probably wouldn't have gone anyway, since it was ALL the way up at Roeland Park. (I was supposed to do 8 miles). Tuesday p.m. was a 4000 yard swim. Well, the swim didn't happen because I go to Lakewood on Wednesdays to do my long swim in an open water venue with no time limits. A good little triathlete would have moved the Wednesday planned workout to Tuesday, and gotten in her 2-hour brick, but with the mercury topping 103, I skipped that as well. Maybe I need two rest days in a row. I'm old!
So, here we are to Wednesday. I did schlep over to Lakewood. I did get in the water and followed Becky to the ends of the Lake. Eventually, I realized we were literally in the middle of the lake and my bearings were totally skewed. I figured I should start heading closer to a shore, so I started a beeline toward the one right in front of me. Once I got over to shallower water, I stopped to assess my surroundings and realized I still wasn't quite sure where we were. Everything looked different from that angle. However, I did see Becky swimming along many feet from me. As I was trying to get her attention, I suddenly felt something bite my toes. That, of course, had me screaming in conniptions. Still, Becky was deaf to my screams. Good thing I didn't think I was drowning.
At any other time, I would have just jumped back in the water and started swimming (the wrong way, as I would later come to realize), but a storm was rolling in, and I could see a few streaks of lightning that were too close for comfort. We needed to get out of the water. I scrambled up the bank, painfully, I might add as I had clambered over a 3-foot tall rock embankment. I was still worried about Becky, so I tried to get a vantage point where I could still see her. I then realized that I was on the wrong side of the lake. Damn.
Ultimately, I found my way back to the water and swam across, racing to beat any additional streaks of lightning. That was vewy, vewy scarwy. Or, could have been!
I think I managed about 2500 of my 4000, but I had extenuating circumstances!!! Hmmm...I guess I can blame anything that might not go exactly as planned on this week's training.
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