Straight 1,000 Meter Swim

I'm dyin' if I'm lyin' I pulled 1,050 meters in the indoor pool last night. Break through! I was having a bad day and was going to skip the swim workout, (caught a case of CMS) but decide to have at it. I did my drills and warm ups and decided to finish with a 500 straight. The added incentive to keep going was the three former high school swimmers, now fatties, who each wanted their own individual lane, of which I was in one. So as they splashed and bulled their way 25 meters down the lane beating me each time, I simply turned around and continued swimming while they caught their breath for a minute then beat me again as I came back around. I have never had the sensation of someone actually waiting for me to push off so they could beat me. Interesting...

At 500 meters I decided I didn't want them to have the lane, so I just kept swimming figuring I would go to 750 meters and stop. 750 is a respectable sprint tri distance. One by one they started to leave the lane area and move to the sauna or jaccuzi. I think they realized I wasn't stopping and they weren't bothering me. I wanted to tell them, "Ahh, fellas, I'm a triathlete. Trying to swamp me with your gianormous leg kicks and splash me with your flailing arms from a lane away, don't impress me. Try doing that in my lane with six other swimmers, three kicking you in the face and two others grabbing your ankles." But in reality I never even said a word to them.

At 750 I thought to heck with it, go to a 1,000 meters, make it a great swim. So I got to 1,000 and decide to do 50 meters more; 1x25 to make up for the push's off the wall and 1x25 for the Man upstairs.

So how cool is that. I pull a thou straight and withstand the blistering assault of three fat 20 year olds, using the lanes on either side of me, all regaling each other with how thin they were in high school. "Dude, I was like this thin...really."

My ego going into orbit in...3...2...1...blast off.