1650 By the End of the Week

I will make that swimmer's mile by Saturday!  It won't kill me, but I might feel like death warmed over.  Today, I attempted the 3K Master's Training.  I made it through the warm up, the drills, and started on the main set, but was not feeling it through to the end, and stopped after the first 400 yds. but did follow up with a 50 yd cool down. So 1350 again, it only took 30 minutes again.  I suppose this is decent.  However, I really want to get up to 1650 yds in 30 minutes like I was starting to get the hang of two weeks ago.

My ultimate goal is a 10K.  As soon as I can do 3k in an hour's time, I think I will start training with the Master's group. I know they take anyone, but I really would like to be able to finish their workouts as well as work on stroke refinement.

Other than my 1650 yd challenge this week, the pool also offers at Swimmer's Mile Club, which is a continuous 1700 yards. I think I will see if I can tack practicing for this onto my workout (like a separate workout), because they take quarterly times.  It would be really fun and help me with my endurance, stamina, and maybe a little speed.

Other things: I fell to the power of the meatball sub last night with a delicious spinach salad from Cousin Vinny's.  I think my uncle and my SO are the only people to make superior meatballs.  Anyway, I found it humorous that I was breaking rules in both vegan circles and paleo circles by eating it.  It made me extremely happy.  The cheese, however wonderful it maybe, actually did not appeal to me last night.  Odd, for me.  Oh well, the veal in my meatballs was delicious. << This is not normal for me.

Anyway, working on a novel writing challenge that some JvS friends started. 350 words a day. Oh yeah.  Today was day 2 and I have 830 words or something and the early beginnings of what might be a fantasy novel, probably geared towards a more young adult crowd since my writing style has yet to evolve from that of a 14 or 15 year old adolescent. (In the case you could not tell the whinging BS dribbled forth across these posts are written by someone in their mid-twenties who still writes the same way as when in middle school.  Yes, I am ashamed).

Time for that walk before the skies open up!