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This is ramble, don't read it.
So, today I swam almost another mile. I think it was maybe 100 yards short of a mile. (Story coming about this)
Sometimes I brood about stuff. I wouldn't say that most of it not important - usually it is, otherwise I wouldn't brood on it. But it's sometimes things that I have already pre-decided on, or decide within a very short time thinking about it, or things that are way beyond my control (the worst one for brooding when you're left at someone else's mercy). When I engage in this 'brooding' there's not really much thinking going on as much just it being "stuck".
With something being stuck, I start swimming. My silly brain makes short work of this and in a few laps the matter at hand becomes the same consistency as the water around me(I think everything becomes this when I swim -- that's partly why I like it, it is sort of relaxing). During this stage of not thinking much I am actually deciding on when is the right time to get this out of my head. Always, though, this decisive action(which should ideally come immediately after the matter has been decided) is always way too late. Like I said - now it is very very soupy. So, then when I try to get it out - it's like trying to eat watery soup with a fork.
By the time I come around to my surroundings I'm on some n-th lap (I never count in laps just yardage), and at 1200 yards. And what brings me out of this state of gooyeness ? A CRAMP! Right in the dang calf. Meh. I hate cramps. I stop, walk around, stretch it out a little bit. Try to go back to swimming.... BAM! ow.
I stretch it out some more, walk around for about 5 minutes... the time now is around 8:15 or so, 15 minutes to just swim 600 more yards! After my 5 minute stretch, I start back swimming, cramp goes away... and it seems like the stuff's been finally 'forked' out. Great.
One hundred yards short of my mile, cramp hits me in the calf so hard I almost inhale some water - which would not have been that great if I actually did inhale it. (I don't inhale -- haa). I knew that there was no way with the time remaining and my calf that I would be able to finish my mile. So, 1700 yards. Technically, though, since a mile is 1760 or something and I have been swimming an 1800 yard mile, I am only 60 yards short. I need to start doing flip turns - that will make me go a loottttt faster and perhaps introduce some continuity in my swimming pattern.
Enough of this ....
"...I need a hook..."
So, today I swam almost another mile. I think it was maybe 100 yards short of a mile. (Story coming about this)
Sometimes I brood about stuff. I wouldn't say that most of it not important - usually it is, otherwise I wouldn't brood on it. But it's sometimes things that I have already pre-decided on, or decide within a very short time thinking about it, or things that are way beyond my control (the worst one for brooding when you're left at someone else's mercy). When I engage in this 'brooding' there's not really much thinking going on as much just it being "stuck".
With something being stuck, I start swimming. My silly brain makes short work of this and in a few laps the matter at hand becomes the same consistency as the water around me(I think everything becomes this when I swim -- that's partly why I like it, it is sort of relaxing). During this stage of not thinking much I am actually deciding on when is the right time to get this out of my head. Always, though, this decisive action(which should ideally come immediately after the matter has been decided) is always way too late. Like I said - now it is very very soupy. So, then when I try to get it out - it's like trying to eat watery soup with a fork.
By the time I come around to my surroundings I'm on some n-th lap (I never count in laps just yardage), and at 1200 yards. And what brings me out of this state of gooyeness ? A CRAMP! Right in the dang calf. Meh. I hate cramps. I stop, walk around, stretch it out a little bit. Try to go back to swimming.... BAM! ow.
I stretch it out some more, walk around for about 5 minutes... the time now is around 8:15 or so, 15 minutes to just swim 600 more yards! After my 5 minute stretch, I start back swimming, cramp goes away... and it seems like the stuff's been finally 'forked' out. Great.
One hundred yards short of my mile, cramp hits me in the calf so hard I almost inhale some water - which would not have been that great if I actually did inhale it. (I don't inhale -- haa). I knew that there was no way with the time remaining and my calf that I would be able to finish my mile. So, 1700 yards. Technically, though, since a mile is 1760 or something and I have been swimming an 1800 yard mile, I am only 60 yards short. I need to start doing flip turns - that will make me go a loottttt faster and perhaps introduce some continuity in my swimming pattern.
Enough of this ....
"...I need a hook..."