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Trash Wizard

The small trash wizard who lives in my car stole my yellow cap sometime in the night. I left my bag in the passenger seat, all ready to accompany me to practice this morning and blam! this morning the cap was gone.

Thanks to one of those badass triathletes on the team who always carry 17 extra caps and other gear items in their bag, I was able to save the ends of my locks from chlorine abduction. But, in typical me-fashion I forgot to give the cap back to Mary. So until I see her again I will be busy guarding the cap from the trash wizard. Do not fear Mary. I will succeed or die trying. (How's that for a valiant effort?).

The workout:

*warmup with 200 free, 50 back, 50 breast, 200 free, 100 back, 100 breast

*300 free, 100 stroke drill, 50 fast same stroke
repeat 3 times
drill to use on first second and third 100 are: 2 count pause, one arm, fist

*4 x 50's stroke on the 60 sec, drill down, swim back; 2 x 100's free on the 1:30

*3 x 50's stroke on the 60 sec, drill down, swim back; 2 x 100's free on the 1:30

*2 x 50's stroke on the 60 sec, drill down, swim back; 2 x 100's free on the 1:30

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