There hasn’t been this kind of dread heading into a swim workout in quite some time. Well, perhaps “dread” is the wrong word. I just wasn’t particularly enthused about swimming. Particularly not with 400s on the agenda and the outside temperature minus-3, making the thought of staying in my cozy bed all the more enticing.
But to the pool I went anyway, huddled up in mismatched winter gear, ready to tackle the workout.
After the warmup came time for my four sets of 400s. Regular readers will recall that swimming is not my strong suit. In fact, it’s my constant struggle. I would call it my albatross, but anything with the connotation of something heavy (burden, fear, giant bird) hanging around my neck while in the water only encourages sinking rather than floating.