BACK ON THE WAGON.

Yesterday my friend Tom was like, "so I've been meaning to ask you, on your gmail status it says '3300.' Is that some sort of distance?"

I said, "yes, that's what I swam the last time I was in shape, which was about three weeks ago."

Tom said, "so, a little over half a mile?"

And I said, "no actually, just under two miles."

And then I felt sad because I'm positive I couldn't do that right now.

So.

I am going to Masters practice tonight, despite the fact that it is like 25 degrees--I will be bundled up like a dumpling, waddling through the icy wind to the Y. All in the name of fitness.

I am the Master.

Actually, I am a Master. Ok, I just joined a Masters team. I'm really only slightly above average. 

So this morning was the first practice, and the sister unit and myself attended. 

After standing on the deck looking slightly confused, we were approached by John, who introduced himself, told us the rules of the road (or lane) for this particular team, and invited us to jump in. 

The following ensued:

500 warmup

12x50 drill down, swim back: right arm, left arm, fist, super catchup drills

11x200 swim

1-4 on 3:00

5 on 4:00

6-7 on 2:55

8-9 on 4:00

10-11 on 2:50

I averaged about 2:30 per 200, or 1:15 per 100. Not real swift, sadly, but at least I was able to hold the pace without dropping off (I did have all that extra rest).  

I decided not to go on the faster interval due to my current lack of conditioning and my soreness from Monday's BJJ class in which I got landed on hard by an overanxious dude. My back is still slightly out of alignment. I forgot to tell him he's a terrible chiropractor and should stick to his day job.