It Aint Your Local Pool...

Hey... guess WHAT? Swimming out in the ocean is a bit more difficult than swimming at the YMCA! DUH!

As soon as the meetings let out around 5 pm yesterday, I sprinted up the stairs to my room, changed, and sprinted down to the beach. The water was hovering around 69 degrees and felt really nice as I toed in. There wasn't too much chop at that time but the wind was kicking up pretty quickly. As I started out... and the sun was reflecting off the water... I realized that this was the first time in my entire life that I'd actually swum... uhhh... swam... ummm swimdid? in the ocean. I mean yes, I've played in the waves and screwed around... but I've never entered the ocean with the sole purpose of getting a workout. It's also quite a bit different than swimming at Dexter Reservoir... there's waves... and currents... it was totally bizarre to me. I did find a nice rhythm eventually and enjoyed 40 minutes of non-stop, no turn-around type swimming. What I found coming out of the water was two things: 1) I was freakin COLD, and 2) I was WAY tired! It really took it out of me... surprisingly so. I hustled off the beach and into the jacuzzi poolside.

After warming up a bit I had to run up to my room, put on the monkey suit, (suit n tie... barf), and get my fanny to the President's Club dinner where I rubbed elbows with the big-wigs and watched people consume copious amounts of alcohol. Good times...

This afternoon I've got a high cadence run (96/min) for 40 min. Supposed to be in the high 70's! Time for the pale, skinny guy to terrorize the board-walk again!

Breathe...