Looking at my last few posts, I've developed an unhealthy obsession with this recovery week. I must have really been digging a hole, because it was all I seemed to think about. But now I'm here, I'll get fully rested, and things will be flying again by the weekend.
I got a pretty good night's sleep, almost staying awake all the way to the alarm (better than my usual 30 minutes pre-alarm). This morning's swim was good, but the sprints at the end were mean. I think a lot of people were still kind of shelled from Friday, because by the 5th or 6th, we were just glancing among the group during the rests, muttering about how hard it was. I don't have times for them, because it seems the two clocks at the pool are not in sync. I couldn't figure out how I did 40 seconds one way, then 50 coming back, then 40 again. So call it 45ish on each of the 8.
I kind of liked the descending set today. I admit to sandbagging the first 400 a bit, but the second was a medium pace, and the last was about as good as I could do. I was hoping to go sub-8:00, setting me up that I could do my 750m TT sub-15, and just missed it. I still have three weeks to put it together, then I'll tear it up.
Swim: w/u - 200m free, 200m non-free
500 free, drafting, switch every 50
3x400 free descending, 1' (8:55, 8:27, 8:02)
200 ez non-free
8x50 sprint on 2'
c/d - 100 non-free, 100 pull
Run: 3 miles @ 7.2 mph
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Recovery week for me too... and I'm hating every minute of it. Recovery is for wussy.
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