Yesterday’s post was a bit of a brag session. It was nice and short, owing to obvious lack of things to brag about, but a brag session it was, nevertheless.
Today I’ll even the ledger a little by pointing out something I manifestly cannot do well – swim.
I can stay afloat for a reasonably amount of time and can get from one end of a pool to the next, eventually. But that’s about it.
The key word is “eventually”. I can swim 50 metres, but it seems to take forever. I have a constant fear that I’m about to drown. When I make it to the end my heart feels like it’s given up jumping out my mouth and is looking to exit via the direct route – straight out my chest.
I remember a funny line from a book I read as a spotty teenager. I think it was a Douglas Adams one, but I have a horrible feeling it was a Red Dwarf book. To paraphrase – “He had no interest in sex on the basis that anything he so manifestly cannot do couldn’t possibly be worth doing.”
Exactly my feelings about swimming.
Madness
If you read the stuff above you’ll realise I’m not exactly an unbiased observer about swimming. That being said, I really think the idea of hosting the world swimming championships in Melbourne is the teeniest bit insane.
Some background for those of you in less parched climates – Melbourne has been in stage 63 water restrictions for the past couple of months. This involves, amongst other things, everyone sleeping on plastic sheets to catch and reuse our dribble and other overnight secretions. People are being held in stocks in the food courts of our major shopping centres merely for the crime of having overly green lawns.
Given that, it seems a bit odd that our government is building a temporary olympic size pool inside a stadium, Rod Laver Arena, that is totally unsuited for it. Especially when we have a brand new swimming stadium built in Albert Park.
“Ah yes” they say, “but you can’t fit enough people in there”.
Really?
Then why is it that no sessions are sold out yet? Why are they giving away tickets to school kids? Are there really hundreds of thousands of people desperate to watch Grant Hackett? Don’t we see enough of him on telly already?
I don’t understand.
Running
Supposed to be a 12k “easy” run today. I must say this practice of scheduling easy runs midweek doesn’t sit well with me. I don’t see the point of taking it easy, unless I’m really buggered. Resting is what I do the rest of the day.
Anyway – I did 12k allright, but it was at a decent clip, and over hills. And in pitch blackness, which adds an extra degree of difficulty.
In general, I’ve been quite comfortable with the marathon training so far. The running has been well within my capabilities. I have been a touch tired occasionally, but that’s to do with other factors.
As a precaution, I’ve started measuring my resting heart rate first thing in the morning. If it starts climbing that would be an indication I’m overdoing things.
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