Well this was my first week of real training. Here is the summary.
Monday I went out to the harbor myself around 5pm in the afternoon and went for about an hour alone. I wanted to make sure my shoulders were working after the injection. They were, and although it was cold it was a lot better than kicking around in my fins. At 6pm I met up with a big group of triathletes from the local Deal Tri-team. Most of them donned their wimp suits before we all headed out for a 1000m time trial. At the end I think a lot of them got out and walked back. I turned around to swim some more and ran into a couple guys from the local crew team who decided to trade their boats for speedos for the night. All in all it was right around 2hrs.
Tuesday, I went for a lovely 8 mile walk over the White Cliffs to find the Village of Kingsdown. It’s funny cause I live in the Village of Ridgewood, and that place is huge. Kingsdown has like 5 houses and a Pub. Anyway, about halfway there I realize I’m getting horrible blisters on my ankles. I think well if I turn around I have to walk 4 miles back to Dover and don’t get to swim, or I can go 4 miles to Kingsdown and swim. So I drudged on and made it to Kingsdown. Once there I met up with Charlie who was training Dave, and Shivering Sean was there too. Dave is getting ready for a solo as well and was doing his 6hr qualifier. Charlies wife and Katherine from the Tri team and a couple other people came out later too. I did three hours there, but got out a couple times to eat as much food as I could. I have discovered I need a lot, I mean A LOT of food. Luckily Dave gave me a ride home after his swim, cause my ankles were nasty.
Wednesday I looked for the guys from the crew team but they didn’t show up, so I went for a good swim in the Harbor alone. I don’t like being out there alone though. It’s nice knowing other people are in the water. Thursday I took it easy and did a workout in the pool. The pool felt so hot though that I was feeling sick in it. I took Friday off and Shivering Sean and I took a bus to London to try to go to Wimbledon. There was a 5hr line though, so we saw a movie instead. Later we got stuck in the worst bus traffic ever. All in all we spent 10hrs on the buses on Friday and saw no tennis.
Here is me being cold after swimming in the Harbor
