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Mother's Day: I want more swim time

My husband asked me last night if there was anything I was "hoping to get" for Mother's Day. Sadly, or happily, I'm not sure, I couldn't really think of anything better than more swim time and a massage. We really are obsessed people. BUT, I'm not nutty enough to spend a weekend in Clovis at Nationals, that's for sure. I can't get over the fact that so many of our teammates go and spend a weekend waiting to swim, after whole childhoods full of days and days spent at meets waiting to swim. Impressive!

Today:

*warmup: 400 free, 400 non-free

*3 x 25's kick, 3 x 25's drill, 4 x 25's sprint
repeat 3x different stroke each time

*1000 broken out like this:
2 x 50's, 2 x 100's, 2 x 200's, 2 x 100's, 2 x 50's (first of each is fast, second is recovery)

*warm down (warm down?!?!?! we NEVER get a warm down scheduled in. Thanks Tim!)

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