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Pyramid (swims and schemes)

Just after a nice detoxifying pyramid (sort of) swim this morning I was contacted by one of my best friends regarding what looks like a very cool Acai Berry Juice that is supposedly a detoxifying agent, looks gorgeous, and is a nice alternative to wine for us athletes (comes in a wine bottle looking thang). Pyramid scheme? Perhaps. Have any of you tried this? I am tempted enough to drink it, that's for sure. I'll let you know if I'm soon detoxified. If I start really drinking the Kool Aid (juice in this case), maybe I'll offer it for the low low price of something attractive to the team.

Work Out:

*freestyle: 4 x 125's; 3 x 100's; 2 x 75's

add pull gear for:
*1 x 100 free fast, 400 free steady, 2 x 75's easy with middle length backstroke
*2 x 100's free fast, 300 free steady, 2 x 75's easy with middle length backstroke
*3 x 100's free fast, 200 free steady, 2 x 75's easy with middle length backstroke

600 straight (with or without pull gear): alternating 100 on, 100 off

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