When the 300 easy at the end of practice hurts--not feels bad but actually hurts--that's when you know you've pushed yourself. Tonight we didn't swim an awful lot of yardage but coupled with yesterday's IM massacre and this morning's abundance of breaststroke and underwater kick, things just didn't work very well by the end of the evening. I always look forward to that feeling.
The best part of this trip is that by the half-way point, everything is firing on all cylinders. Yes, my arms and legs and core all hurt. I did not want to hear that we were doing a bunch of 200's, but we did them all the same and we went as fast as ever.
Only five more practices to go!
