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Fun Dip

You know how it is, when you're swimming, and all of a sudden a gulp of air or water delivers you a powerful memory from your youth? For me, it's usually in the form of a taste. A certain bizarre mix of chlorine or predawn morning air, and a slight residual of last night's dinner, or this morning's bubble gum - or whatever - often combine to slam me back in time. I don't know how it happens, but I love it. This morning after a particular flip turn, I was suddenly back sitting by the pool, waiting for my 9-10 yr old age-group race, eating Fun Dip. Go figure.

The magic workout:

*warmup: 400 free, 200 stroke, 100 kick
*2 x 550's with a crazy easy/hard pattern
*5 x 50's fast kick on the 1:30
*2 x 200's fast on the 5 minutes
*2 x 100's fast on the 2:30
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AM! said…
Aloha!!
that is just awesome. love it
March 23, 2010 at 10:25 PM
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