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First day of prayer


"Dear G-d, please let this be the last length of breastroke Tim requires..."

I remember, years and years ago, when I first met Chris ("Smitty"). There was a breastroke set, and I didn't know what his strengths were yet (FLY!). I turned to him to see if he wanted to lead and said "Are you good at breastroke?" (because I, certainly, am not).

He looked at me and said, "Why don't you just ask me if I beat my wife? No. No, I'm not good a breastroke." He meant "beat my wife" as in pummel/hit/abuse, not as in beat her in breastroke, and that was immediately clear to me from his deliciously sarcastic tone. Tendencies toward spousal abuse and being a fast breastroker are clearly mutually exclusive, but for some reason this response really worked for me. And now, every time we do breastroke, I think about that day, and how glad I am that Chris is a strong butterflier, not a spousal abuser. And I laugh, even as my hip flexor muscle is crying, during the breastroke sets.

*warmup: 300 free, 4x50's breastroke kick

*75 free with one length breast, 50 breast, 25 underwater, 200 free recovery
repeat 2x

*2 x 50's breast, 100 free, 100 breast, 2 x 50's free breathing every 5th stroke
repeat 3x

*50 breast, 100 free
repeat 2x

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