My shoulders are beginning to ache and my neck can only move so far to either side. My intercostals are sore to the touch. My skin smells like chlorine and my eyes are starting to have permanent goggle marks around them. My alligator-like skin is getting thick and I've learned to deal with the stomach cramps that always seem to go along with swimming a lot. I've drunk my share of pool water this past week. Don't remind me about the pee in it.
The goal by tomorrow is to reach 50,000 yards, but only yards! I'm personally trying to get in 50 kilometres. (Us Canadians, we go by the metric system! Enough of this yardage and feet stuff! Unfortunately though, I'm swimming in an American-made pool so I have to calculate it all in yards. But since I'm here in America I guess I shouldn't complain but how stupid is it to work in the imperial system. Americans do a lot of stupid things!)
My 50km goal would mean I'll need to swim 54,680 yards, though I would still be 1.99 inches short. I'm already at 47,600 yards for this week, or, more correctly, 43,525.44 metres. I have 2,400 yards left to reach 50,000 yards, or 7,080 yards, 1.99-inches to reach 50km. With only one swim session left (1.5 hours long), I'm thinking I won't be able to get in the full 7,080 yards. The pool here in Lompoc is only open from 11:30-1pm on Sundays. I have no choice but to swim during that time. The facility is unreal but so are the hours that it's open.
Either way, whatever yardage/meterage I get in tomorrow, I will be hitting Chuckie's weekly goal for me of 50,000 yards. All this swimming is going to do one of two things: make me a better swimmer, or a worse cyclist and runner. I hope for the former!