Monday, 14 December 2009

The great north swim was on channel 4 this weekend and for about 5 seconds I was on telly faffing around with my hat while someone in front of me was getting interviewed. I don’t know why he was getting interviewed, I was too excited about being on telly. Watching the swim over makes me want to sign up for it all over again though.

This Friday, me and my dad played squash for the last time in 2009. This Friday I have friends over and then it is Christmas and new year. I am finally able to play a game with a degree of ability. The ball now goes where I want it to go. I know my dad is holding back a lot of game winning shots because he pulls them out every now and again when I start getting cocky but I am starting to ask questions of his game. I think at some point in 2010 I will be good enough to give him a run for his money.

Saturday swimming was good. I put in 50 minutes or so, and about half of the lengths I swam freestyle. I am adopting total immersion teachings into my technique and I do think it is making improvements to my skill. I do still tire but I think it also has something to do with my breathing timing. Taking a breath every second stroke seems a bit too much and I sort of hyperventilate, taking one every fourth stroke sees me gasping for air and struggling, and I can’t do every third stroke as I find it off putting turning my head to the right for air. I am toying with a four, two, four breathing rhythm which might be working out for me. I’m off to some swimming forums later this week to find out if there is anything else I can try to improve my freestyle technique. I want to do the mile in 30 minutes next time out.

Sunday big run was out in the frost and was pretty chilly but it didn’t matter as I had my winter running clobber on. I wanted to run at a fast pace so pushed hard, every five minutes or so I noticed that I had settled back into a steady pace again and would then surge on, only for my high cadence to slow back to steady, which I would notice and on I went. It might have been cold but I was working hard enough for my sweat to steam off my thighs. A little over 7 miles in a little under an hour. Certainly the furthest I have run at that sort of pace, and although I was stuffed when I was done I think I can increase the distance at that speed over the coming couple of months. I did hurt my paws a bit with a couple of cracking blisters in the arch of each foot, and those rather than exhaustion is what made me glad to finally stop. Might need to research advanced blister protection too.

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