Growing gills

I've been "swimming" since I was 6 months old. When I was just a wee little sprite, my mom signed me up for "Mommy and Me" classes where the babies were held over the diving boards like sacrificial lambs and tossed over-board to their moms; who were waiting patiently in the pool. I'm pretty sure in today's world, the mommy and me classes are a bit more civilized. But back in the 70's, we were tough and could handle it. I am so thankful to my parents every day for getting me in the water at such a young age. Because of this, I'm a fish. I may not be a graceful fish, but I am very comfortable in the water and could swim all day (or at the very least for 2 hours, 20 minutes-the cut-off for the Ironman swim). The most common thing I hear when talking about Ironman is "I HATE swimming! I could never do that!". Most people dread the water. I love it! Good thing, too. The past couple weeks, our swimming has sky-rocketed! So much so, that I recently told Coach Marco that I was growing gills. He replied with "gills make you faster!". Awesome! Maybe I will come in well before the swim cut-off and give myself a nice little cushion for the bike!

Our workout volume has continue to grow ever so slightly. In fact, I didn't notice how much our volume had increased until I was looking over our weekly training logs a couple weeks ago. Sneaky, sneaky coach we have! Freddy and I are handling the increase pretty well, if I do say so myself. Luckily, Freddy hasn't had to fly too much but when he does, is usually able to squeeze in his workouts by taking a run around whatever city he is in at the time. My work schedule has increased, but luckily I don't sleep much and when I do, I'm an early riser, so can typically get my workouts in before work. 

Easter Sunday, Freddy got called out on a trip. He was bummed, but we both expected with the holiday that this would happen. I felt sorry for him until I got this photo from him:

Yep, Freddy logged a gorgeous 13 mile run across San Francisco & the Golden Gate Bridge while I rode around Boulder. Boulder is lovely, but it's no San Fran!

I would have been really impressed if he decided to swim from The Rock back to the city, but he said he's afraid of the current or sharks or something. Pansy.....

Today marks our longest swim ever: just over 3,000 yards or 1.70 miles (Ironman is 4224 yards), followed by a half hour run. I haven't done it yet as I'm procrastinating. I'm sure I can find something that urgently needs to be done, like taste-testing my wine for tomorrow's recovery day, wash clothes, play with the cats....