SWIM 60 mins 2300y.
Last night was an off night for me, I just never felt comfortable or satisfied. I was craving something and couldnt figure out what. So I went to bed with an overfilled tummy :( again.
Then this morning I was still a little off. The swim was OK, but I was frustrated. Again my lane was full with faster swimmers, meaning that for each 300 they did I only did 200 or 250. I would have to wait for them to swim by every now and then. I told myself that I just needed to get faster, what better inspiration than to be getting lapped?
But it's frustrating and I get hard on myself. I start finding excuses then fending off those excuses. For every turn at the wall, it's another flip in that fight. I tell myself that I'm in the wrong lane, but that CHG knows what he's doing. Then I'm being too sloppy, but that if I'd just focus I'd go faster. Then I'm just fine, then I'm too slow. Ugh. My brain is more tired in the end.
The radio was on at the pool (it usually isn't) and I heard Aerosmith's Crazy at one point...excuses, excuses, excuses. STFU. HTFU. And f'ing swim!
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