After the swim, I started getting things ready for Saturday. I put my bicycle in Plate City to save me a step or two in the morning. I packed a few clothes because you get really wet doing a tri. I also fixed up a food bag. Not really a food bag, but a protein shake, and apple, and some water. I put Gatorade in the frig, and my helmut and biking shoes in the truck. It wouldn't take me long to get ready in the morning.
This blog is what happens when I drink too much coffee, hang out with my cats, and have access to a computer. EndangeredSwimmer is primarily an athletic journal about an endangered species: open water swimmers in Mississippi. Occasionally, however, I pen some essays and even a piece of fiction from time to time. And just in case you are wondering, yes, Poot is a real person, and Randy Beets and I really do hate each other.
Saturday, August 26, 2023
The Day Before
I had thought I'd get up early and hit the pool maybe even before daylight. It didn't happen. Not only that but when I did go in, I didn't do a whole lot. Even though the DragonFly is Saturday, I chose to swim because I have fallen off in the water of late. If I keep falling, I'm going to hurt myself. At the pool, I did a straight swim for 2,300 yards. That wasn't a bunch, but it was my third day of water work in a row. With Saturday's swim, I will have a good week at least swimming.
Penny Mary and I went to Crystal for dinner. I had the blackened red fish, a baked potato, and a Greek salad. That is one of my favorite meals there. It's filling but not too heavy. If I want heavy, I go with the chicken liver, broiled. Big food and good. After that, we went home to rest.
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