Tragic Sandwich

Saturday: walked 2 miles

Sunday: swam 700 meters (600 freestyle, 100 breaststroke)

Just in case you think I’d lost interest in everything but training.

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So on a speedy lunchtime trip to the gym (nearly all of my trips to the gym are speedy and at lunch, but this one was extra speedy), I did 10 minutes on the treadmill, including two 1-minute running intervals (6.1 mph and 6.0 mph, respectively), a variety of free weights and weight machines, and 13 minutes including cooldown on the bike.

Go, me!

100m breaststroke + 700m freestyle = 800m

And I did them in 100s! (Well, not the breaststroke lap. Still gasping at midpoint on that.)

Is what I said on Saturday. No, I have not become a highly trained assassin. Nor am I suffering from amnesia. But my new wetsuit is so buoyant that I, who can only float in the Dead Sea, was able to lie on top of the waves (which were so gentle that, really, they were energetic ripples).

Oh, also we did an ocean swim. I did better than last week, which is nice, but I need to swim more and bob less. Also, I learned that it’s hard to do the breaststroke in a 6mm wetsuit.

Yes, indeed. That’s how far I swam last night. 750 freestyle, 50 breaststroke. Not bad–particularly since I thought I’d be doing astonishingly well if I made it to 500 meters.

Tomorrow, the ocean!

Tomorrow the world! Or something. Anyhow, I did 25 minutes (including 5-min. cooldown) with three 1-minute running intervals. I’ve been doing more than 3 intervals in that span, but today I tried something different: going faster. My walking rate was 3.8 mph for most of the time, and my first interval was 5.8 mph. The second and third intervals were 6.0 mph.

So now I’m even more tired.

400 freestyle, 200 breaststroke. After a night’s sleep, I’m still tired.

Yet I am still training. We went for an ocean swim on Saturday. The ocean is hard work. I think I’ll be doing a lot of breaststroke during the race, the better to breathe and see. It’s a good thing I’m not going for the win, because I’m going to be slow, slow, slow with the breaststroke.

Today I stopped by Red Mango in Westwood. This is far superior to Mr. Snowberry; the big clue is that I’ll actually go back to Red Mango.

It’s not exactly like Pinkberry. The yogurt seems creamier, and it’s not quite as tart. However, it’s still distinct from ice cream. And the pineapple was fantastic.

Their website tells me that one of the stores is coming to a strip mall near me. That’s good news.