As I got up this morning, I realized that there was nothing that I had to do. I have had to put air in my front tire of couple of times recently and, for once, I followed my first mind and headed to Dobbs where they took care of a nail that had embedded itself in my tire.
After Dobbs, I ate lunch and headed to the pool where I've been working on getting 10 laps in before I start slacking. As soon as I got 10 in, I spotted a very tan man sitting in the bleachers. I nodded. It was chatty Kathleen's husband who is quite the bicyclist. I should really say that he is an ultra cyclist since he's done a century or two.
At some point Kathleen and I, inevitably, talk across the lane dividers. After she left, I decided to see if I could get in a mile. I started to feel punch-drunk around lap 26 but I thought if I could make it to lap 28, I could gut it out. I checked with the lifeguard about the closing time and I finished with seven minutes to spare -- or 15 minutes before closure.
When I climbed out of the pool, I felt heavy, drained and knew that I was done for the day. Good thing that I didn't have anything that I absolutely had to do. Oh yeah, my appetite was also insatiable. Can't say that I have the same appetite for swimming a mile since this marks only my second time getting it done and I'm not sure how people swim a mile on the regular. Probably through training, hunh?