It’s not all wine and roses here at the 10 Mile Swim blog. In fact, there are no roses (not complaining, just describing) and surprisingly little wine (complaining). It has been a difficult week. Three problems converged:
1) Things got crazy at work.
2) Things got crazy at home.
3) I got sick.
The first real sign that I was in trouble came while I was swimming Wednesday. I came to in the middle of the pool with no idea what I was doing. This wasn’t my usual experience of losing count, wondering whether I had swum 300 yards or 350. I didn’t know what I was swimming. I was swimming backstroke, but was I doing a backstroke set? IMs? How long were the intervals?
I finally pieced together that I was doing a set of 200 IMs, even though that meant I must have just swum 50 yards of butterfly, 50 yards I had no memory of. I was sleep swimming.
The week did not improve from there. I swam my standard workout of 4000 yards on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. I took Thursday and Friday off. There is no way for me to get to the pool over the weekend (see #1 and #2 above).
The positive spin on this is that I am doing a great job sleeping: in fact, I have developed the ability to sleep and swim at the same time, like a shark.
I am going to celebrate my sharkiness for a couple days and try to get back in the pool Monday.