Finally, FINALLY, I was able to get to take advantage of one of the long course Sundays at the natatorium. Once a month, they set up the competition pool in 50 meter lanes. I was afraid that once I got there, the lanes would be full because everyone waits on this one Sunday a month. Fortunately, there were two lanes open; but the lanes that were open were marked as "Fast Lane Only."
I wasn't about to miss it just because the only lanes that were open were fast lanes. It just goes to show you that most people are probably slow and they should have more slow lanes. There were two fast lanes open, so I thought I would take the second one which was one lane away from the ladder, that way if another swimmer came, they could have the lane closest to the edge and they wouldn't have to go under any ropes. I turned my back to climb down the ladder, and when I turned around, there was a woman sitting in my lane. She wasn't there one second, and she was there the next. I thought she was rather sneaky. But it didn't matter, because I was all too happy to take the edge lane. It was very wide and I would have plenty of room. It reminded me of that episode of Seinfeld where Kramer painted lines on the freeway to make the lanes wider and Elaine was all, "Wide lanes! It's so luxurious!"
So I set off for my swim thinking of Seinfeld and taking breaths every five strokes. Once I finished the first 100 meters, I realized I was not going to be able to keep this up, so I changed my breathing to taking a breath every 3 strokes. That made a big difference, but it's also very thought consuming; and I had to give up thoughts of Seinfeld or anything else for that matter. If my mind strayed, I would end up missing a breath and twice I got water in my nose. That was fun.
It was much easier keeping count of laps with the 50 meters. I always seem to lose count when I'm swimming in 25 yard increments, but maybe it's also because I am taking breaths every 5 strokes and my mind can wander a little more.
I was happy to find that I could swim the distance with ease. I swam 1000 meters before getting out, but I could have kept going. I was out of time though because I had to leave town for a conference. I felt great getting out, but I found once I got to the table to put on my shoes and get my keys, I felt a little shaky. I'm not sure what that was all about, but I'm hoping it's because I hadn't eaten lunch. That won't be the case the day of the tri. I even spoke to a woman who makes herself a sandwhich for after her swim and before the bike. I thought that was intersting. But feeling shaky, I'm thinking I should have something at my station, just in case.
I left town at 3:30, which should have put me at my hotel by 9:30. Instead, I decided to take long-course Sunday to a whole new level by taking a wrong turn. By the time I realized it, I was at least 40 miles off course, and I had to back track. I added about an hour and a half to my trip. Awesome.
Next time I won't take long-course so literally.