Crutches, Goggles, and Black Lines Galore!!
I remember when I loathed swimming. I’d swim almost exclusively at races the first year and a half I found this wonderful sport. The boot has definitely put a bit of a damper on my training, training on dry land anyway…
I’m incapable of just sitting around, so I’ve dedicated the next 4 (3 weeks now) to becoming a better swimmer. This week, that was somewhere between 11-12 hours staring at the black line; you understand that after a certain point, remembering when exactly you jumped in becomes impossible to recall. This week’s total distance is 36,100 meters, or 22.43 miles, or about a mile and a half short of the RedBull Stratos Jump. A couple of bests, and a new base line, and now everyone that works in the AC knows me. Though that may be because of my obnoxious suits…or maybe jut because I’m the guy who spends as much time there as a part-time employee. Either way, good things are coming of this single sport training. Even if the trip back to my car on crutches after 2 hours of swimming is a cruel joke.
On a somewhat related note, seeing as I’m in the pool as much as I am, I’m thinking of doing some kind of fundraiser. I don’t know what, or why, or how to go about getting people interested (I feel like watching me swim isn’t all that entertaining), but I’m open to ideas!!