My fabulous neighbor of bee-sting-while-marathoning fame is a certified track coach, Red Cross swim instructor, former spin instructor and inspirational mama extraordinaire.
She might even be the tooth fairy. Still looking into that one.
In any case, we got to chatting the other day and she told me that she is starting to do individualized training plans for triathletes and other recreational athletes with specific goals. Ta-da. I could use that. So yesterday we met to discuss a little nitty and a little gritty. And have coffee, of course. And I decided to be one of her first
We went straight from Panera to the YMCA for a little mid-morning swim. I swear I did not eat a cinnamon crunch bagel with cream cheese. I did consider it for a while. I half ordered it in my head, and then decided that it would be very unattractive to hurl in the pool at our first workout together, so I changed my mind.
Never swim on a full stomach. I learned that the hard way.
Anyhoo, off to the Y we went for a “little” swim. I can tell she is going to be good for me. Like when you are running with someone, and they keep going so you want to keep going because you don't want them to see you stop and think that you can’t do it? Yep, that was it.
We swam over 1500 yards. Just shy of a mile. Which is twice as far as I normally swim. Yikes.
I mean, the thing is that I could probably have swam that far all along. But I didn’t have a specific goal in mind. And it is good to have accountability to someone other than yourself. Not everyone needs that.
Apparently, though, I do.
She will set the bar higher than I would set it for myself. Which I think is a very good thing.
I think this is the start of something good.