I went to bed at 9 p.m. last night, and woke up at 5:45 in time to make a swim at Twin Creeks. As I walked in the gate, Ross said, “Look what the cat dragged in!” It had been so long, I’m lucky he recognized me. I did 2500 meters, much of which was a distance per stroke workout. I need to work on my distance per stroke. I’m at 20 in a meter pool, which is too high. I’m determined to be a MWF regular once again, starting now.
Also, I’m debating joining Texas Iron, or at least visiting it to see if it’s a good fit for me. I did the program for a short while a few years ago but couldn’t make it work with my schedule at the time. Now, I’m hoping it’ll be different and that I’ll like the group dynamic. This morning, I was reminded of an incident that occurred around the last time I trained with Texas Iron. We were doing a spin workout at a bike shop, which meant we had to bring our own bikes and trainers. As we were packing up to leave, I was fumbling with lots of things, and Jamie Cleveland helped me by carrying my bike. As we were walking out, all I could think was “Jamie Cleveland is carrying my bike for me.” I’ve never forgotten that, and I think of it every time I see him riding around on his mountain bike during a race cheering for his Texas Iron athletes. They seem to be fun bunch of people, and they seem to reflect Jamie’s attitude in so many ways. Should be fun.