Revitalizing coffee after a punishing workout. Jo's. South Congress.
Leica SL2-S + SL APO Summicron 50mm f2 ASPH.
I dragged myself out of bed at 7, drank 16 ounces of a concoction that's supposed to make my kidneys very happy while keeping me well hydrated. I also had a double espresso. Then I fired up the luxurious and ostentatious Subaru and headed to swim practice.
The weather was perfect. 68 degrees out in the open air. Clear skies. Faint breeze. I walked to the pool deck anticipating a typical Thursday 8 a.m. workout. A long warm up. A set of 50s or 100s interspersed with some distance freestyle, etc. And things started out as expected. A 900 yard warm-up. Nice. Some fast 50s to get the pulse rocking. And then our coach unveiled her demonic main set...
9 x 75 yards of butterfly. Followed by three 25s of sprint butterfly. One goal accomplished! I'm pretty sure everyone's heart rate was revving around 150 beats per minute at that point. But we were far from finished.
The next set was 9x75 yards of backstroke followed by three 25s of sprint backstroke. Rinse and then repeat that set but this time with breast stroke instead. In total well over 3100 yards. But mostly in the four strokes. Not much well practiced freestyle to eat up the yards. Quite the set to wake one up.
I dragged myself back home to recuperate. A bowl of fresh fruit along with muesli and skyr. And I'm still hungry. Oh, and a latté at Jo's. Just now feeling human again.
I was thinking about heading out the door to play with that new lens today but instead I think I'll sit quietly and work on the taxes for my last year in business (2025). That should be fun.
I guess my swimmer friends are correct when they remind me that 70 (years old) is just a number.
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