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Just Keep Swimming...

I spent a large amount of time today on the Beginner Triathlete website and feel so much more informed, excited, and inspired! Coming off reading article after article about swimming technique, drills and horror stories I hopped in the pool and had the best swim yet! I was rotating and balancing and sighting and catch-up drilling my tail off! This is the halfway point in my training (6 weeks in training and 6 weeks from the race) and I was really starting to get worried and almost discouraged by the swimming. I learned to ride a bike in 3 weeks and am already up to a solid 10 miles (which is race distance). My running continues to increase and I'm right there with it and past 3 miles (which is race distance). But the swimming...dear God the swimming! So today I read the most influential words that could have ever been displayed across a computer screen, at least for me.

"Just practice swimming slowly. Make each stroke deliberate and swim in a slow and controlled fashion."

Genius I tell you! Whoever came up with that idea must have a shrine dedicated to them somewhere and if not, it's a damn shame. So that's what I did today. No, I didn't make a shrine. I swam slowly. And you know what? Swimming slowly actually makes you swim faster! It was pretty amazing. But in true pending triathlete fashion, I'm falling asleep right 7:46 pm. So it's time for ibuprofen, ice on some part of my body and my bedtime tea.


  1. I'm so proud of how hard you're working!


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