Four Grand

For those of you following along at home...

I said that I'd report back when I managed to hit 4,000 meters. Happy to report that I made it -- have to say that it probably would have been better if I didn't look at the clock though!

Sunday opened up with 4x1000. When you look at ten lanes of long course swimming it can seem like the pool is one of the calmest places in the world. However, I get a kick out of the little games that are constantly being played in the lanes.

Pull-boy-racers... the French lads love Miss M. Tight Speedo and logos on her. Just like a Formula 1 race car... Pull-boy-racer sits out 300m, grabs bright yellow pullbuoy and pushes off right behind my lady for the swim of his life.

He's churning up the water behind her...
She's doing catch up...
He's slowly turning purple from the effort...

The afternoon before, I had recommended that M be more zen about it. It does bother her a little bit. I put on my wise-gordo-face and told her that she should simply relax, let him by and enjoy the swim.

Fast forward to Sunday...

I watch this happening; bridge up to M's feet; and swim Monsieur PBR into the lane line. It's a bit embarassing to lose it like that but I suppose I am a bit protective about my wife.

When he tried the same thing on me later in the swim, I flipped under the lane line and just left it.

We left him sitting on the side of the pool wondering what the heck had happened.

Back to my swim -- emboldened by my 4x1000, I set out for 4,000 continuous this afternoon.

Result?

66 minutes -- I've got some work to do!

Quotes of the week...

3:15 in the afternoon, we've been riding a while in 4C, we're cold and I lean over to M...

"I think we should pick it up, it's going to be a push to make it home before dark"

One hour before dark...

"Hey, I think we might make it. [laughs] Now you can compare stories with Baron! Normally, he's around in situations like this."

Slow but enjoying it.