So I was showering this morning after swimming. I had just gotten thumped by 6X400 on 5:30 where despite Tom’s urgings that I “beat the set before it beats me,” Coach had to adjust the pace times for me. I’ll “beat” it next time.
So yeah…the shower. I got to break out a new bar of soap today. Irish Spring. The green bar. And what a lather it kicks up. I hardly had to scrub. And as I’m hardly scrubing away, I thought “there’s just something special about a new bar of soap.”
It’s going to be a good day.
6 400s on 5:30… gross.
Fact: I do not miss sets like that.
I loath 400s. What a stupid event.
Instead of swimming, I now Jack Hammer. We gotta talk about Kelowna more!
adrian!! sweet blog! linked from simon whitfield’s blog!?! amazing (this is jon foster by the way… changed my name. long story) but sweet blog. it inspires me to train harder and love the pain.