bone is healing.
After a few days of my own personal pink pity party, I slapped myself into the here and now and started back to some decent, consistent training. I even managed 4:45 of outdoor saddle time this past weekend and I'm on a water jogging streak. Saturday, Sunday, Monday
and even today after Masters swimming. Yeee haw.
I'm keenly aware of every little thing going on around me while water running. What else
do you have to do with your head bobbing up and down a 25 yard lane of chlorinated water?
I found my calling.
I am a speedy water jogger without even trying. I can lap other sad looking runners forced to
do this humiliating simulation of running through blue tinted liquid with me.
I've secretly critiqued many a male and female body composition as well as swimming apparel choices upon exiting or entering the pool deck. They even get a TGP rating.
30 minutes seems to be the max for the non-masters, non structured swimmer.
I frequently find this urge in wanting to get out or at least yell over to the next lane some pointers to my fellow water mate to help them actually make it to the wall doing freestyle before the water jogger girl makes it there before them. eeeeeks.. sometimes just watching a swimmer fight though the water exhausts me.
Did you know they still make these? I witnessed a wearer of one yesterday.
There is a sparrow stuck flying around the Alumni pool trying to get out the plate glass windows.
The alumni Pool (at MIT) has warmer water ( 80)than the Zeiger pool ( 79) but not as warm as the Atkinson Pool in Sudbury (83) where I zip around a diving well with the older ladies and their pool noodles and can actually break a sweat.
With every aqua stride, I'm counting down the days to feel some pavement under foot. Until then, my water adventure-running simulation continues dreaming of the day I can run (like below) with a foot that doesn't feel stiff, achey, swollen and numb. (sigh)