Thursday

At the pool, I swam

brick kick

2,800 47:30 (2:02)

200 3:16 (1:38)

1,000 20:26 (2:02)

150 2:20 (1:33)

425 medium paddles

brick kick (made it to the 3 1/2 foot sign

1,050 small paddles 20:08

total: 5,675 yards = 5,186 meters

If you follow these numbers closely, you may have noticed that I was struggling a bit. Fatigue had built up over the week. Besides being slow on the steady swims (the 1,000s and longer), the 200 was slower than critical swim speed and the following 150 was barely under it. I still got a good practice done with some quantity as well as some quality.

Since it was my short day in Greenwood, I had time to take a nap after work. Then I went out for a run with no number in mind. Sometimes I do that and I let my legs decide after I get going. I went 5.21 miles bringing me to 20.18 for the week. Since I did squats yesterday, the legs did not feel good. But they did not feel bad either. Now if I don't run another step this week, I have had a decent run cycle.

At the gym I did incline dumbbell bench presses:

18 X 30

13 X 35

13 X 35

  9 X 40

  8 X 40

I decided to do no more benches for the night. I then did the Log Press for

10 X 52

  6 X 63

  3 X 72

  3 X 72

  3 X 72

I set a new world record on the Duck Walk with a 50 foot X 112.5 pound effort. Then I did dead lifts for 

6 X 135

4 X 145

3 X 155

1 X 165

That is pretty good training. I am thinking about my events every day when I am out there in the cold and lifting weights that I don't always want to lift. What are those other old men doing? My wife said after the last swim meet in Biloxi that those men's bodies did not look like mine. "They must only swim," she said. It was nice that she noticed. She smiles when I go out the back door. Now I know why. Thank you, Jesus.