…and just under 2.5 hours later, it was over.
Win.
every walk is a sort of crusade
Summer sunrises in New York City are awesome.
T minus 11 days until the Del Valle 10K, which can mean only one thing: time to cram.
A lot of people this past week have asked me: how far of a swim is that? I answer: it is a 10K. 10,000 meters. 6.2 miles. A distance that you should probably train for.
My strategy in approaching this race thus far has gone something like this: swim about 3x a week and start off most workouts with a 2-4K straight, just so I get used to jumping in and going. Then don’t really worry about the rest. How’s that for a well thought-out plan.
I have done a few longer workouts: 7K, 7.5K, 8K…but–surprise!–haven’t been able to squeeze in my really long swims. And the 2 week trip to Kentucky/NYC from which we returned yesterday didn’t help. But it did help with this:
That’s a huge inflatable swan and day drinking. But in a pool. So it half counts.
But now it’s crunch time. Things just got real.
SO TOMORROW! Tomorrow I am going to the pool at 6am, and I am getting in a full 10K.
That is a ridiculously long time to swim alone. But if I’m going to feel any sort of confidence going into this thing that I might be able to actually finish, I have to do it. Mentally it will make a huge difference.
It’s going to suck. It’s going to suck a lot. But fortunately I got a new cap straight from the alma mater to give me extra power.
YES WE CAN.
Catch you on the flip side.
Finally. FINALLY. After 2 years of hardly anything, I’ve got a schedule happening for 2015.
So far it’s just water (I have some foot stuff going on, I’m going to go see a doctor about it soon, still hoping to sign up for a half or two in the fall, but for now no running.)
SO!
I realize this is backwards in terms of distance, going from the longest swim to the shortest, but what are you going to do. Also, note that none of these are in the ocean (that’s really just coincidence.)
Time to start ramping up the yardage…
It’s been so long. So happy to be back.
this is not ‘nam. there are rules.
You may have noticed the lack of running talk here. I haven’t run in almost 2 months due to some foot issues. So I’ve been spending more time in the pool. This means a lot of time at lap swim.
I’ve been told that lap swimming can be intimidating for non-swimmers. I assume it’s like the one time I decided to go on a ride with the local cycling club. I was stressed and felt like I was in everybody’s way the entire ride. That is why it only happened once.
I like to think that swimmers are not like that group of cyclists. But that is not always the case (see: here).
Once, I swam for a team in the Czech Republic.
That is (a very pale) me and my Czech coach, Jura, at a meet in Vienna. And for posterity’s sake, here is Jura in his coaching uniform:
But before Jura saw me swimming one day and invited me to join the local club team, I swam during lap swim at the local pool. The pool was next to my apartment and was actually really awesome.
Lap swim at this pool, however, was not awesome. Couples would make out in the middle of the pool, people swam on whatever side the lane they wanted to, and sometimes the guards just wouldn’t put lane lines in and people would swim both the long and short length of the pool, like this:
Total chaos. (That picture is actually WAY more orderly than the pool ever was, because without lane lines nobody was swimming in a straight line.)
Imagine it’s a beautiful day and you head out on a run. But every time you pass a bush or a parked car someone jumps out in front of you. That is exactly what it was like. And after colliding head on into the supple belly of yet another scantily clad octogenarian for the umpteenth time, I would be like, “WHAT IS HAPPENING! THIS ISN’T THAT COMPLICATED! DOESN’T ANYONE HERE FOLLOW THE RULES?!?!?”
old czech men: i swim where i want
So many days I left the pool knowing that the only reason my heart rate went up at all during my “workout” was because I was about to get homicidal.
But those days are behind me. Now I swim at an absolutely gorgeous Olympic-sized pool, where there are rules posted in English and established lane lines and I can converse with people outside of a simple “Excuse me”.
And yet lap lane strife continues. And not just between experienced swimmers and new swimmers. I watch new swimmers butt heads with other new swimmers every day. Figuratively and literally. Lap swim strife abounds.
Sharing a lane with other people is easy. It really is. Sharing with people who aren’t the same speed as you is totally doable. You just have to know the rules.
SO! For everyone’s sake…
BASIC RULES ON HOW TO SHARE A LANE
First things first: Where to swim
Odds are, if it’s at all crowded, you’re going to have to circle. Just the way it goes. And in my experience, circle swimming is where things begin to go downhill. So…
Next: 5 Basic Rules for Circle Swimming
Rule #5 is really what it all comes down to. When your head is in the water it’s easy to be oblivious to everything else around you. But lanes can get crowded, and not everyone swims at the same speed. You’re sharing the space with varying ability levels and should act accordingly. Which brings us to…
Passing:
Pretty straightforward.
There are certain situations that are, in the long run, unavoidable at lap swim (the lady with the breaststroke kick that takes up the entire lane, the old dude who crosses over onto your side every time he breathes…) That is the nature of the beast. It’s always a craps shoot. Which leads to….
My biggest piece of advice: when you head into lap swim, be prepared to be flexible. Pool’s is empty? Awesome! Killer workout exactly as you have planned. One of those days when everyone decides to go to the pool at exactly the same time and there are 8 people in each short course lane, at least two of which are old ladies that don’t want to get their hair wet? That sucks. Do your best. And next time you might have 4 lanes to yourself. You just never know.
Stick to the rules, apologize when you run into someone, forgive others for their trespasses, and keep things in perspective. It’s just one swim. Everything will be fine.
the beginning of what i believe to be some sort of water polo practice in CZ. and yes, those are fins and snorkeling masks. i don’t know.
awesome square-headed swimming diagram via
Yesterday was a little bit of a struggle day, mentally and physically. I felt crappy. I decided the best way to deal with it was to pile on a little more pain. So I went to the pool and did a 400 IM. Legally. LONG COURSE.
I haven’t done that in over a decade (because why in god’s name would you). It wasn’t pretty, but I didn’t cheat. It was legal, two-hand touches and all. Sometimes a little personal victory is all you need to lift you up.
Hurts so good.
I’ve now had my Pocket Yoga app for a month. Initially I tried to do it every morning, but work got so busy that even waking up at 5 didn’t give me enough time. So morning yoga has only been happening occasionally.
That being said, a few learnings from the mornings that I have been able to squeeze in a little down dog:
photo: me perfecting my arrow in a grassy field.
did you even believe that for a second? via
The lessons learned over 10+ days of meditating (I was with the grampies last week, meditation wasn’t happening there) are less of the altered-world-view type, more practical. But they’re still lessons.
Being back in California has been great. Adjusting to this new life of part-time daycare, working from home, Paul always gone: less great. I’ve struggled to get into a groove and spent a lot of the past four months feeling exceptionally tired and stressed, like I was spinning my wheels.
I’ve never been big on New Years resolutions, but there is something nice about the beginning of a new year and a clean start. So I decided to step back and evaluate: what can I change? Starting from the top…of the day.
Mornings, to me, have always set the tone for the rest of the day. They are also one of the few windows during which I have time to myself. And I get to choose how to use it.
In 2014 Paul started his intern year, and I started actually adhering to my own rule about not running in the dark alone (especially with a kid in tow). This threw a monkey wrench into my previous schedule of early morning runs or swims.
So instead, I’ve been getting up around the time that Paul walks out the front door (at 4:45…yes, seriously, sucks to be him) and squeezing in some work before the Kraken arises.
It’s great because I get work done. It sucks because by 7am I feel lazy and drained, have already spent over 2 hours staring at a screen, had 2 cups of coffee, and am usually still in my PJs. Apparently 20 years of voluntarily subjecting myself to various forms of physical and psychological torture before the sun comes up is a special kind of masochistic behavior that is hard to de-program. Because slow mornings make me feel lethargic and crappy and like I want to go back to bed. All day long.
So I started there. I decided to change my mornings.
First up: movement.
Despite my contentious history with Lululemon, I’ve loved doing yoga the past few years (WHATTUP PEACOCK). But I cannot afford to pay $15 per yoga class right now.
As someone who still can’t touch her toes, I’ve always been skeptical abut the value I would derive from instructional yoga DVDs. But I decided if I was serious about this then I had to risk it. So I sucked it up and spent $3 on the Pocket Yoga app. Five different types of workouts, three options for duration, difficulty, and environment for each. Good place to start.
Second: peace of mind.
My father has been on my case for years…YEARS (like almost a decade)…about meditating. I know it wouldn’t hurt to slow down and be more mindful. I also know that as soon as someone tells me I need to do something for my own good, I will refuse to do that thing.
After 7 years my father finally gave up on trying to convince me to meditate, so I finally started to seriously consider it. But every time I actually tried to sit down and do it I had trouble starting.
Enter Headspace: the super hot meditation app that everyone and their mother is talking about. 10 minutes of guided meditation first thing in the morning. Turns out the guidance, for me, is very helpful. I’m still on the 10 day free trial, so we’ll see if I’m ready to buck up and pay money by the end of this.
SO! New morning routine, as of last week:
It’s not the normal cardio extravaganza that I’m used to, the risk that she will wake up and I won’t be able to do a complete yoga sesh exists (and has happened once), and I realize that an n of 7 is too low to reach any sort of real conclusion, but so far my days have been better. I’m diggin it.
To be continued.
Running isn’t about what distances you’ve raced, or even if you’ve done a race. … Not enough of us are talking about what a holistic sport it is, or should be. It’s about staying fit and pushing yourself to achieve and surpass goals, sure; but it’s also about personal and spiritual growth, creativity, mental clarity, and emotional stability. I find these things in running. Even if I can only do a couple miles at 10-minute pace.
~Jamie Quatro, author & runner, from an interview in this month’s Runner’s World