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Winter Swimming


The car thermometer read 38 this morning - balmy! When I see 29 (and that's happened a few times this winter), I admittedly get happy. The lower the temperature, the higher my desire to just get the fuck in the pool as I'm standing on the deck in my swimsuit. It's dark and cold, and sometimes my feet go numb. At that point an illuminated turquoise rectangle of 80 degree water looks like Bahamanian paradise, and I'm in as soon as Tim or a lifeguard shows up. When I try to swim at noon, or even in the 40's, there is less urgency, and potentially less of a positive temperature shock when I enter the water. So there you go. Winter swimming in the dark is the BEST!

warmup: I digressed and lost count, but I think it was a cut down by 50's from a 250 to a 50.
main set: 200, 250, 300, 350, 400, 300, 200 free
in between each, a 50 of stroke drill to kick
end set: fast 75 IM, fast 50 free, fast 25 stroke

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