I've Hit A Wall

Literally, I've hit a wall. The 32 foot pool I've been attempting to swim in runs a little on the short side...I can't seem to get any sort of stroke going. It's a shame that there really isn't any place to swim for cheap around here.

This whole process is turning dangerous. My wallet has been taking vicious hits since I decided I'm gonna start training, mostly because I've taken it as a wonderful excuse to get all the little things I still need for my bike (pedals, shoes, saddle, clothing....). It's good because it has me constantly more excited and less nervous to get on the bike and put some miles under the tires.

I wish I could find something to do the same for my swimming. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited, maybe even giddy about learning to swim. The gains come so fast when your so bad at something. But the road to being a swimmer is long...and very chlorinated.

On the flip side I've noticed changes in my running since I've cut it down - I've been going for fewer long runs so that I can toss a shorter one on the end of my bike ride - as my feet nestle into my Asics for a solid beating, I'm holding up better than ever. I passed through dazed early morning commuters and train riders, fueled by an espresso and some frozen fruit, and I felt terrific. I felt powerful. I didn't even feel tired until my caffeine started to wean at the end and I got hungry.

Unfortunately I'm still hungry. I still haven't mastered the work-meal yet. I'm not quite as ravenous as before, but I am getting anxious for dinner, a full two and a half hours away if I'm lucky.