I'm sick of killing myself everyday. It's a week and a half out from Wood River, and I am SICK of working out. Maybe I'm doing too much. Actually, if I'm totally honest with myself, the timing of this funk came on exactly when Bruce started pulling ahead of me. It was fun when I was winning. Now I have to fight and fight every time, and about half the time, I lose. I'm so ready for this race to come, so I can quit pushing myself so hard. I seriously need to snap out of it! Somebody slap me, or talk some sense into me or something.
BTW, I don't know how you swim for so long, Timpani! I'm swimming about 3 times a week, and I just don't like it. I have to keep telling myself that I'm not drowning.
Ain't I a right bundle of sunshine today. Yeah, roar or something. I'm hitting the showers.
p.s. on the brighter side, my 450 swim / dolphin dive time for the second go round today (I missed the button on my watch for the first set.) was 9:09. My previous training times have been around 9:20-9:30. I was expecting it to be worse, because I felt all drowny and broke form.
Cherrio. I'm done until tomorrow, when I once again kill myself.