The Turkey Trot!
I ran into lots of old friends this morning, which made the day, as cold and damp as the weather was, seem warm. I had a fun race, and finished the 5K in 31:39, which works out to about 10:12 per mile. Holy mackeral, that's fast for me. I would have been faster, but I had a verrrrrryyyy slllllooowwwww start. I'm so used to being the absolute back of the pack on my Saturday runs, that I placed myself near the back of the pack at the start this morning. Of course, a 5k fun run attracts a very different crowd than a marathon. So when the gun went off, I was caught in a throng of people who run once a year, or who were running in costume. There are about 1300 entrants vying for space on very narrow residential streets, so it was about a half-mile before I could really open up my stride. The first half of the course is almost entirely uphill, which I'm finding quite suits me. I had no trouble at all - my first mile was something like 10:25, even with the slow start.
I'm looking ahead to the 10 miler in the spring, though I won't really start training for it until the first of the year. At first, I was thinking I'd shoot for an 11:00 mile pace, but I really think that 10:45 isn't unreasonable to shoot for. In the marathon, my first 7 were under 11:00 (except for mile 5, with the bathroom break). I'm getting really excited about doing a shorter distance. I had so much fun this morning - it's great to just roll out of bed, and think, yeah, I'll do a race today. It's a much lighter state of mind than thinking all summer about doing a marathon. Not to mention that it's great not to have to think about nutrition, and bathroom stops, and all the logistics that go along with an endurance challenge.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
Epilogue
There was no resting on my laurels. Max got another cold, which manifested itself in a terrible cough that kept us both up for the better part of several nights. Then I got the cough. Then he got the GI bug. Then his papa got the GI bug. No cards, no flowers, no flashbulbs, red carpets, tearful speeches, or telegrams. IronMo got another traffic ticket. But I did get pictures, that show me in all my pale-legged, stiff-gaited glory. And while I quickly gave up on the idea of putting my medal into rotation with my other accessories, I do keep it out on my nightstand. The glory of the whole enterprise was in setting and reaching a goal, and in knowing that my son has a strong, fit, determined mama.
So what's next for Mama Marathon? Not another marathon, not for a while, even though $30 to sign up for Richmond next year very nearly sealed the deal for me. I'm doing a Turkey Trot 5k on Thanksgiving, and a 10-miler in the spring, and in the meantime I'm looking forward to getting back to yoga class, going to the gym, and getting back in to swimming. I'm an ordinary mama, after all.
I'll keep posting here now and again, to update you all on my quest for fitness in motherhood, so don't unplug me from your RSS aggregator. It's a journey, after all. In the meantime, pictures!
Looking sporty. If you look carefully, you can see the top of my cellphone peeking out of the pocket on my left hip.
Mo and I both look a little goofy, but at least we're both smiling! Please note the finish clock - we actually crossed the start nearly 5 min after the gun, so our chip time was 5:34:33. Is it petty to be picky about 5 minutes when it took over 5.5 hours to run the thing? I think not.
So what's next for Mama Marathon? Not another marathon, not for a while, even though $30 to sign up for Richmond next year very nearly sealed the deal for me. I'm doing a Turkey Trot 5k on Thanksgiving, and a 10-miler in the spring, and in the meantime I'm looking forward to getting back to yoga class, going to the gym, and getting back in to swimming. I'm an ordinary mama, after all.
I'll keep posting here now and again, to update you all on my quest for fitness in motherhood, so don't unplug me from your RSS aggregator. It's a journey, after all. In the meantime, pictures!
Looking sporty. If you look carefully, you can see the top of my cellphone peeking out of the pocket on my left hip.
Mo and I both look a little goofy, but at least we're both smiling! Please note the finish clock - we actually crossed the start nearly 5 min after the gun, so our chip time was 5:34:33. Is it petty to be picky about 5 minutes when it took over 5.5 hours to run the thing? I think not.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Richmond Race Report
IronMo had just returned from Europe, and we headed over to Richmond on Friday night. We were delighted to find out that our hotel was right at the start line. We headed off to check in and go to the Expo, where I bought more Shot Bloks, and totally impulse-bought a pair of tights. Mo thought I should buy a "My mommy ran a marathon" t-shirt for Max, but I wouldn't, for fear of jinxing things, so she bought it instead. After a quick dinner, we headed back to the hotel. I got all teary watching the preparations for the race unfold along the streets of Richmond. All of those gates and chutes and signs were for ME!
The alarm went off at 5:55. It felt like Christmas morning. I pumped, got changed, and finished packing up. I had a banana and a couple of spoonfuls of peanut butter, while IronMo stuck with her usual soy butter and honey sandwich. We checked out, checked our bags, and headed out into the street. We quickly returned to the warmth of the hotel - it was still nearly an hour prior and there wasn't much going on out in the cool morning air.
We finally headed to the corral at 7:30, where I was delighted to run into Jim! He said he'd seen Sadie, who was ahead in a faster corral. We couldn't hear the loudspeakers from so far back, but soon, the crowd began moving forward, and the next thing I knew, there was lots of cheering, and we were underway. We crossed the mat with about 4 minutes on the official clock.
The first mile zipped by. I literally have no memory of it, except being giddy when I saw the sign for Mile 1. I told Mo that I needed to pee (again, I'd already gone three times at the hotel before the start), and that I'd duck in to the porta potties at mile two. Mile two, aid station, grab water, run over to porta potties. Pull on door. It's locked. With a tiny padlock. Requiring a key that no doubt, some well-meaning but forgetful volunteer has in his pocket. They were all locked, and rather than join a gentleman who was squatting behind them, I decided to press on.
Mile three and mile four, again, very little memory. Except that we were really speeding along. I think one of these was my fastest mile, at 10:26. Yippee! The weather was still cool, and the shadows were long, making for plenty of shade. I decided that I *had* to use the porta-potty at the mile 4 aid station, but apparently, so did everyone else who'd been burned by the locked potties at mile 2, and there was a long line. We spied someone running out from an alleyway, and decided that was a better option. As I was in a compromising position between garbage cans, a man ran past, back out toward the course, proclaiming "you gotta do whatcha gotta do."
I was pounding the Shot Bloks, one per mile, and Mo was metering out Endurolytes at 3 per hour. I was feeling pretty good. We crossed the James on Hugenot Bridge, and ran along the river. At mile 10, instead of the Shot Bloks, I took half a Clif Bar, and instead of nibbling at a third of it like I usually do, I pounded a half. Within minutes, I was feeling not so great. At about this time the sun was climbing the sky, the air was heating up, and shade was becoming more precious. Around the half, I watched the 5:00 pace group pass us, and knew I was in for it.
Once the blood began flowing away from my stomach, and back to my muscles, my feet started to cramp and hurt. Mo gave me more Endurolytes, and we stopped to stretch. It took conscious thought and effort to be able to wiggle my toes. My recent foot woes had left me still unsure of my shoe/insert combo, and by mile 14, I knew I had it wrong. I was in a stiff shoe with a stiff insert, and the result was too much stability - my foot couldn't bend and move. Not only that, but the heat meant that my feet were swelling more than normal, making for a very tight fit. We soldiered on.
Around mile 15, I was complaining of being sleepy. I'd never felt this during a run before. I really just wanted to lay down and close my eyes for a few minutes. It didn't help that we were crossing the James again, on a long, hot, shadeless, relentless bridge. Mo reminded me that there was a junk food stop ahead, and I should look for Coke. God bless the race organizer who decided to offer coke and pretzels, just when I needed them most. It was exactly 11:11 when we got to mile 16 and the junk food; just across the road a Veterans Day service was underway, and we were reminded of their great sacrifices by a 21 gun salute as we passed. All throughout the race, we were surrounded by those wearing placards bearing the names of veterans, and others wearing "Proud Veteran" placards.
I was still not feeling so great - miles 14-20 were the hardest for me. Definitely the slowest and most painful. We'd run, and my feet would hurt so bad they were tingling, and I just couldn't run any more. I'd try to take a breath, and my muscles were so tight that they wouldn't allow my ribcage to expand. The sun was really beating down, with not a cloud in the sky. At some point, Jack called to ask where I was. I had no idea of the street names, I just told him mileage. He finally called back to say he'd just arrived at mile 17 - by then, we were almost at 18. I was certain I wouldn't see him, as he had to head back home to go to work.
Winding through the streets of Richmond, many generous spectators supported the racers. There were kids with card tables handing out water, pretzels, and orange slices. And then there were the bastards offering, nay, pushing, Krispy Kreme donuts. Not just any Krispy Kremes, but gooey chocolate frosted donuts. Nothing was more revolting to me at that point, except for the smoking spectators puffing in my direction. I was exhausted, but had enough energy to yell at the top of my lungs to two smokers to put out their cigarettes and quit smoking on the course. I don't know if they heeded my impassioned plea ("I don't care if we are in Richmond, put out your cigarette!"), but all the runners around me gave me a cheer, and I felt like a hero.
Not long after the water stop at 18, I tried to eat a pretzel and couldn't. As I chewed, it turned to dust. I had no saliva left. It was nearly two miles to the aid station at 20, and I was beyond thirsty. Like a beacon of hope, there was a CVS up ahead. I searched my pockets, past Max's pictures and the hotel luggage claim check, found my Visa card and handed it to Mo. I kept moving, while she ducked in to buy water. The customers let her cut in line, and she caught back up to me in minutes.
I was starting to feel better, with a little extra water on board. Many runners were not so lucky. The route was peppered with runners down, waiting for or being attended to by medical staff. There were lots of IV's. Mo offered Endurolytes to no less than three hobbling, wobbly athletes, and all were extremely grateful.
Mile 21 is known as "the wall," but I was actually on the upswing. My condition was further elevated when I saw Jack sitting on the side of the road! I was so excited; I didn't think he'd find us before he had to head home. He motioned thumbs up or down, and I gave him a big smile, and two thumbs up. He took a few pictures, we grabbed the pringles he'd brought, and we headed through the stone gate at 21 that is, literally and figuratively, the wall. Just on the other side, I burst into tears. I was so happy Jack made it. I was relieved. The tension just fell off my body, I could breathe, my stride was smooth.
My feet were still in quite a bit of pain, but I was able to run more. I noted to Mo that my labor was much easier than this, and took place in a climate-controlled room while I got to lay in bed. And I got a really cute baby at the end. She reminded me to push off my back foot, keep my arms loose.
Mile 25 was upon us, and it was nearly all downhill from there. I picked up the pace as much as I could on my screaming feet. Several quick turns through downtown, and suddenly we could see the crest of the hill. The last ten blocks are a steep downhill. We were flying. I searched the sidelines for Max, who was with my parents. I saw him, and yelled and waved, but didn't stop. Down, down, down. And then I heard the announcer say my name, I heard the beep of the chip timer as we crossed the mat, saw the cameras, and we were done. We'd done the last mile in 12:06 - more than a minute faster than any other mile in the second half of the race. Mo and I hugged, and I burst into tears again.
A volunteer placed a mylar blanket on my shoulders, and as I kept walking forward, there was an army of volunteers, each holding a medal. One of them approached me, and put it over my head. It was official!!! I finished a marathon, and I had the hardware to prove it.
We continued walking down the hill, briefly stopping at the merchandise tent to look for finisher apparel (there wasn't any, shame on you Richmond!), got our chips cut off our shoes, then to the food tent. I grabbed every piece of food I could get my hands on, juggling them all while trying to keep the blanket on. I finally ditched a bagel in favor of the cheese pizza. We headed to the UPS trucks to retrieve our start-checked bags, and I sat on the curb, ate my pizza, ditched the too-hot mylar blanket, and took off my shoes. My parents and Max found us, and gave us a ride to the Y, where we showered and changed. We picked up our bags from the hotel, and headed home, west, into the sunset.
The alarm went off at 5:55. It felt like Christmas morning. I pumped, got changed, and finished packing up. I had a banana and a couple of spoonfuls of peanut butter, while IronMo stuck with her usual soy butter and honey sandwich. We checked out, checked our bags, and headed out into the street. We quickly returned to the warmth of the hotel - it was still nearly an hour prior and there wasn't much going on out in the cool morning air.
We finally headed to the corral at 7:30, where I was delighted to run into Jim! He said he'd seen Sadie, who was ahead in a faster corral. We couldn't hear the loudspeakers from so far back, but soon, the crowd began moving forward, and the next thing I knew, there was lots of cheering, and we were underway. We crossed the mat with about 4 minutes on the official clock.
The first mile zipped by. I literally have no memory of it, except being giddy when I saw the sign for Mile 1. I told Mo that I needed to pee (again, I'd already gone three times at the hotel before the start), and that I'd duck in to the porta potties at mile two. Mile two, aid station, grab water, run over to porta potties. Pull on door. It's locked. With a tiny padlock. Requiring a key that no doubt, some well-meaning but forgetful volunteer has in his pocket. They were all locked, and rather than join a gentleman who was squatting behind them, I decided to press on.
Mile three and mile four, again, very little memory. Except that we were really speeding along. I think one of these was my fastest mile, at 10:26. Yippee! The weather was still cool, and the shadows were long, making for plenty of shade. I decided that I *had* to use the porta-potty at the mile 4 aid station, but apparently, so did everyone else who'd been burned by the locked potties at mile 2, and there was a long line. We spied someone running out from an alleyway, and decided that was a better option. As I was in a compromising position between garbage cans, a man ran past, back out toward the course, proclaiming "you gotta do whatcha gotta do."
I was pounding the Shot Bloks, one per mile, and Mo was metering out Endurolytes at 3 per hour. I was feeling pretty good. We crossed the James on Hugenot Bridge, and ran along the river. At mile 10, instead of the Shot Bloks, I took half a Clif Bar, and instead of nibbling at a third of it like I usually do, I pounded a half. Within minutes, I was feeling not so great. At about this time the sun was climbing the sky, the air was heating up, and shade was becoming more precious. Around the half, I watched the 5:00 pace group pass us, and knew I was in for it.
Once the blood began flowing away from my stomach, and back to my muscles, my feet started to cramp and hurt. Mo gave me more Endurolytes, and we stopped to stretch. It took conscious thought and effort to be able to wiggle my toes. My recent foot woes had left me still unsure of my shoe/insert combo, and by mile 14, I knew I had it wrong. I was in a stiff shoe with a stiff insert, and the result was too much stability - my foot couldn't bend and move. Not only that, but the heat meant that my feet were swelling more than normal, making for a very tight fit. We soldiered on.
Around mile 15, I was complaining of being sleepy. I'd never felt this during a run before. I really just wanted to lay down and close my eyes for a few minutes. It didn't help that we were crossing the James again, on a long, hot, shadeless, relentless bridge. Mo reminded me that there was a junk food stop ahead, and I should look for Coke. God bless the race organizer who decided to offer coke and pretzels, just when I needed them most. It was exactly 11:11 when we got to mile 16 and the junk food; just across the road a Veterans Day service was underway, and we were reminded of their great sacrifices by a 21 gun salute as we passed. All throughout the race, we were surrounded by those wearing placards bearing the names of veterans, and others wearing "Proud Veteran" placards.
I was still not feeling so great - miles 14-20 were the hardest for me. Definitely the slowest and most painful. We'd run, and my feet would hurt so bad they were tingling, and I just couldn't run any more. I'd try to take a breath, and my muscles were so tight that they wouldn't allow my ribcage to expand. The sun was really beating down, with not a cloud in the sky. At some point, Jack called to ask where I was. I had no idea of the street names, I just told him mileage. He finally called back to say he'd just arrived at mile 17 - by then, we were almost at 18. I was certain I wouldn't see him, as he had to head back home to go to work.
Winding through the streets of Richmond, many generous spectators supported the racers. There were kids with card tables handing out water, pretzels, and orange slices. And then there were the bastards offering, nay, pushing, Krispy Kreme donuts. Not just any Krispy Kremes, but gooey chocolate frosted donuts. Nothing was more revolting to me at that point, except for the smoking spectators puffing in my direction. I was exhausted, but had enough energy to yell at the top of my lungs to two smokers to put out their cigarettes and quit smoking on the course. I don't know if they heeded my impassioned plea ("I don't care if we are in Richmond, put out your cigarette!"), but all the runners around me gave me a cheer, and I felt like a hero.
Not long after the water stop at 18, I tried to eat a pretzel and couldn't. As I chewed, it turned to dust. I had no saliva left. It was nearly two miles to the aid station at 20, and I was beyond thirsty. Like a beacon of hope, there was a CVS up ahead. I searched my pockets, past Max's pictures and the hotel luggage claim check, found my Visa card and handed it to Mo. I kept moving, while she ducked in to buy water. The customers let her cut in line, and she caught back up to me in minutes.
I was starting to feel better, with a little extra water on board. Many runners were not so lucky. The route was peppered with runners down, waiting for or being attended to by medical staff. There were lots of IV's. Mo offered Endurolytes to no less than three hobbling, wobbly athletes, and all were extremely grateful.
Mile 21 is known as "the wall," but I was actually on the upswing. My condition was further elevated when I saw Jack sitting on the side of the road! I was so excited; I didn't think he'd find us before he had to head home. He motioned thumbs up or down, and I gave him a big smile, and two thumbs up. He took a few pictures, we grabbed the pringles he'd brought, and we headed through the stone gate at 21 that is, literally and figuratively, the wall. Just on the other side, I burst into tears. I was so happy Jack made it. I was relieved. The tension just fell off my body, I could breathe, my stride was smooth.
My feet were still in quite a bit of pain, but I was able to run more. I noted to Mo that my labor was much easier than this, and took place in a climate-controlled room while I got to lay in bed. And I got a really cute baby at the end. She reminded me to push off my back foot, keep my arms loose.
Mile 25 was upon us, and it was nearly all downhill from there. I picked up the pace as much as I could on my screaming feet. Several quick turns through downtown, and suddenly we could see the crest of the hill. The last ten blocks are a steep downhill. We were flying. I searched the sidelines for Max, who was with my parents. I saw him, and yelled and waved, but didn't stop. Down, down, down. And then I heard the announcer say my name, I heard the beep of the chip timer as we crossed the mat, saw the cameras, and we were done. We'd done the last mile in 12:06 - more than a minute faster than any other mile in the second half of the race. Mo and I hugged, and I burst into tears again.
A volunteer placed a mylar blanket on my shoulders, and as I kept walking forward, there was an army of volunteers, each holding a medal. One of them approached me, and put it over my head. It was official!!! I finished a marathon, and I had the hardware to prove it.
We continued walking down the hill, briefly stopping at the merchandise tent to look for finisher apparel (there wasn't any, shame on you Richmond!), got our chips cut off our shoes, then to the food tent. I grabbed every piece of food I could get my hands on, juggling them all while trying to keep the blanket on. I finally ditched a bagel in favor of the cheese pizza. We headed to the UPS trucks to retrieve our start-checked bags, and I sat on the curb, ate my pizza, ditched the too-hot mylar blanket, and took off my shoes. My parents and Max found us, and gave us a ride to the Y, where we showered and changed. We picked up our bags from the hotel, and headed home, west, into the sunset.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Twenty-six point two!!!!!!!!
The rundown:
Shot Bloks: about 20
Coke: Three dixie cups
Orange slices: One
Donuts: None, and a pox on those who offer donuts at mile 20
Smokers yelled at: Two
Friends made because of aforementioned incidents: Many
High temperature: 78
Degrees away from record-setting high: 2
Trips to CVS: 1
Trips to porta-potty: None
Locked porta-potties at planned porta-potty stop: All
Clif Bars: 1/2
Endurolytes: Dozens
Times burst into tears: 2
Finishers: 2917
Blisters: 3
Fastest mile: 10:26
Slowest mile: Uh, a lot slower than 10:26
Total mileage: 26.2
Time: 5:34:33
Thumbs up: 2
Happiness: Infinite!!!!!!!!!
Full report tomorrow, or soon...
Shot Bloks: about 20
Coke: Three dixie cups
Orange slices: One
Donuts: None, and a pox on those who offer donuts at mile 20
Smokers yelled at: Two
Friends made because of aforementioned incidents: Many
High temperature: 78
Degrees away from record-setting high: 2
Trips to CVS: 1
Trips to porta-potty: None
Locked porta-potties at planned porta-potty stop: All
Clif Bars: 1/2
Endurolytes: Dozens
Times burst into tears: 2
Finishers: 2917
Blisters: 3
Fastest mile: 10:26
Slowest mile: Uh, a lot slower than 10:26
Total mileage: 26.2
Time: 5:34:33
Thumbs up: 2
Happiness: Infinite!!!!!!!!!
Full report tomorrow, or soon...
Thursday, November 09, 2006
48 hours from now...
...I'll either be bonking or able to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
WeatherWatch: Partly cloudy, high of 78. Oh, crap.
WeatherWatch: Partly cloudy, high of 78. Oh, crap.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
4 days to go
And I am freaking out. The forecast calls for partly cloudy skies and a high of 75. Seventy-five degrees. Fahrenheit. Looks like all that layering practice will be for naught. Hopefully IronMo will bring extra Endurolytes. At least it (hopefully) won't be raining.
Let's all obsessively watch the weather now, shall we? Richmond Weather
Think cool thoughts for me!
Let's all obsessively watch the weather now, shall we? Richmond Weather
Think cool thoughts for me!
Sunday, November 05, 2006
7 Miles
Okay, this was my last "real" run before the big day. I'll do a couple of short runs during the week, just to stay limber.
I headed out to the Saunders Monticello Trail. It's two miles up to Monticello mountain, and I figured the relentless 2 mile uphill would be a good workout. The trail winds through the woods, and is at times a wooden boardwalk that evens out the gentle folds of the hills. Before I left the house, I put on my shoes and discovered that I had them laced so tight, I couldn't even get my feet into them. Huh. In my anxious state, I've been subconsciously tightening the lacing over the past few weeks. I took a moment to relace them, and headed out.
I ran all the way up to the Monticello parking lot, contemplated stopping at the Luncheonette for a hot dog, or the garden shop for some native plants, then turned back and let myself fly downhill. I did the two miles downhill in just under 21 minutes. Back up 1.5, and back down again. Overall, I averaged just a hair under 11:00, and was ready to run some more when I finished. My foot feels better than it has in weeks. I'm crossing my fingers that next Saturday's run is as pleasant.
I headed out to the Saunders Monticello Trail. It's two miles up to Monticello mountain, and I figured the relentless 2 mile uphill would be a good workout. The trail winds through the woods, and is at times a wooden boardwalk that evens out the gentle folds of the hills. Before I left the house, I put on my shoes and discovered that I had them laced so tight, I couldn't even get my feet into them. Huh. In my anxious state, I've been subconsciously tightening the lacing over the past few weeks. I took a moment to relace them, and headed out.
I ran all the way up to the Monticello parking lot, contemplated stopping at the Luncheonette for a hot dog, or the garden shop for some native plants, then turned back and let myself fly downhill. I did the two miles downhill in just under 21 minutes. Back up 1.5, and back down again. Overall, I averaged just a hair under 11:00, and was ready to run some more when I finished. My foot feels better than it has in weeks. I'm crossing my fingers that next Saturday's run is as pleasant.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
1000 meters
Everything I've heard about taper is true. You think it's going to be a walk in the park, but really, everything hurts and it sucks. My knees hurt, the tendonitis in my foot won't quite go away, heck, even my shoulders are tight and tired. Things that never hurt, not a single ache or twinge, are acting up and saying enough is enough. So to humor my creaky parts, I figured I'd take a day off from work, sleep in, and head to the pool. I am, or used to be, an avid swimmer. Even while enormously pregnant, I was swimming 2000-2500 yards twice a week. So replacing a run with a swim should have been a relaxing diversion. If only I had been swimming more than once since Max was born.
I knew I was in for it when I stepped out on to the pool deck to find that it was set up for long course! Okay, no big deal. I hopped in and started with my standard 100 free, 200 kick, 100 stroke warmup. Man, that first 50 just seemed to take forever. My stroke is all herky-jerky. The last couple months of pregnancy, I had no body roll to speak of, and frankly, I still don't. My left arm is big and burly from hossin' the baby around, but my right seems weak and uncoordinated. I couldn't keep my fingers together, and my wrists were getting tired. I was in fine cardiovascular shape, but my body needs some more practice before it remembers how to swim.
I quickly abandoned any idea of doing intervals, and just pushed on through to do my 1000. Today, I have a whole new set of swimming-induced aches, keeping my running-induced aches company. Ay, caramba.
I knew I was in for it when I stepped out on to the pool deck to find that it was set up for long course! Okay, no big deal. I hopped in and started with my standard 100 free, 200 kick, 100 stroke warmup. Man, that first 50 just seemed to take forever. My stroke is all herky-jerky. The last couple months of pregnancy, I had no body roll to speak of, and frankly, I still don't. My left arm is big and burly from hossin' the baby around, but my right seems weak and uncoordinated. I couldn't keep my fingers together, and my wrists were getting tired. I was in fine cardiovascular shape, but my body needs some more practice before it remembers how to swim.
I quickly abandoned any idea of doing intervals, and just pushed on through to do my 1000. Today, I have a whole new set of swimming-induced aches, keeping my running-induced aches company. Ay, caramba.
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