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The beauty of not checking workout emails


Is that you don't know when you will be faced with a 1000 IM until you actually ARE faced with it. On the way to practice this fallish morning I heard a song. The chorus told me that "nothing is real until it's gone". In the car, I got sentimental and thought about how true that usually is. Who appreciates anything (like sleep before you have a baby or sanity or the ability to eat real thick ice cream without lactose intolerance) until these things are ripped away?

Once in the pool, while doing the 250 fly portion of the 1000 IM, I was reminded that some things are very real, right there while you are experiencing them.

*warmup:
200 free, 100 IM kick
200 free, 100 IM swim

*3 x 100's free at 1000 pace

*1000 free

*6 x 50's done as:
2 as fly/back
2 as back/breast
2 as breast/free

*1000 IM
(do fly as 25's to make sure you wait for clearance for stroke)

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