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Oh. My.

I'm sore. Not like a "whew, that butterfly set yesterday made me a little tight" sore. More like a "yup, that school bus that hit me yesterday was rather hard and yellow" sore.

Usually my co-ed soccer team plays on regular grass. But now the town of Portola Valley is refurbishing the field, and we've moved to Woodside Elementary. Who would have guessed that an elementary school would build an AstroTurf soccer field? Why did they do this? I know it's fun to run your cleated foot against the turf and see millions of little white Styrofoam balls pop up like a rooster tail coming off a slalom ski, but it is NOT advisable for a thirty-five-year-old swimmer to play soccer on. I have very little grace when I play soccer, and a lot of aggression. I bounce off those big old men like a pinball and I fall a lot. It's fun, I like getting nutty on the field, but on Sunday I found out that falling all over AstroTurf feels like being tossed from a bicycle onto pavement, over and over.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. And then, this morning. Butterfly.

*warm up: 250, 200, 150, 100 free with increasing (starting with two on the 200) underwater butterfly kicks off each wall

*50, 100, 150, 100, 50 done 3x
#1 done as free with increasing by 1 (starting with one) fly strokes per 25
#2 done as free with increasing by 1 (starting with two) fly strokes per 25
#3 done as free with increasing by 2 (starting with two) fly strokes per 25

*50, 100, 150, 200 2x (200 always done as free with 3 lengths back)
#1 done with one stroke of fly per 25
#2 done with two strokes of fly (not together) per 25

*4 x 50's with 2 strokes of fly 2x per 25. descending

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