AKA: Swim till you puke…and then swim some more
It’s official! Less than 4 weeks until RAGE!
It’s time to F.R.E.A.K!
Begin training phase “Competitive Stage”. Time to kick it up to the next level.
Let’s just take a look at our trusty training manual….
Holy HOLY crap!
Looking forward to the next couple weeks, I can pretty much kiss my free time good bye. Friends – I’ll talk to you in three weeks (try not to hate me too much); Work – it’s been a pretty good year so far, how about I just show up and collect a paycheck while I sleep at my desk for the next few weeks? OK? Family – Um...yeah. You’ll pretty much be asleep when I’m home. I’ll be gone before you wake up and you’ll be asleep when I get home. (I swear, I do actually live there).
First up on the schedule?
60 minutes swim - Non stop
Nonstop – that means no stopping. No feet touching the floor. No holding on to wall for ‘just a few extra seconds’. No “I need to adjust my goggles”. NON-STOP.
I’ve done this before. I did for my very first tri. I don’t remember how long it was but I remember doing this before. I had to do it. It was the ‘only’ way I’d "know" that I could do the distance.
It sucked back then …It sucks now!
Lately, I’ve noticed that for whatever reason, after swimming somewhere around 800-1000 yards, my mind wanders to the feel of the water flowing in and out of my mouth. This continues for a while and I begin to notice the subtle differences between the pool water and my own saliva.
I notice the feel of my saliva. The thick viscosity of it. The way it ‘sticks’ to my lips. I imagine the long spit trails hanging from my mouth like spaghetti noodles. It fills my mind, it fills my mouth, I can’t eliminate the feeling, I can’t escape my own spit.
I’m swimming in my spit!!
(Not surprisingly,) I start to gag. Gagging leads to more gagging! UGH! Now I feel like I’m going to throw up. I’m dry heaving! I’m swimming and I’m dry heaving. What a wonderfull world!
This has happened before. First at a Tri and now anytime the distance creeps over 1000. It’s a mental thing. Nip it in the bud and force it from your mind and you're ok. Let it grow and it snowballs (spitballs?) itself into a monster. The throw-up monster.
This time it continues. It builds and I can’t stop it(nonstop). But it doesn’t stop me. Not this time. I'm Non-stop.
Swim till you puke….then swim some more.
Bet you're glad I didn’t eat ‘solid’ food that morning!