I was sick last week. So sick that I missed Monday's practice. I spent the night in bed cursing at whoever had passed on the cold and thinking about my fellow swim pod'ees kicking it in the pool
But there was no way I was going to miss Wednesday. It was the last day of the long distance swim pod and the last chance to set a new benchmark for the 500m swim. I was shakey all day and my arms felt like jelly the first half of practice. I felt so bad that I decided to lower my tempo trainer from 53 to 52 for the benchmark. But when I started it just clicked. I was weak, sure, but I felt like I knew what I was doing.
The result? 9:22.
26 seconds less than my last benchmark and 21 seconds less than my personal best.
I was so chuffed with that time. It proved to me that my previous decrease in my stroke count was not a fluke. I am sure that 9:22 is probably a time to be scoffed at by serious swimmers but to me it's gold. I have definitely felt like I have improved and my technique has gotten better, but the time proves it.
And if I can do this while sick, it ain't a fluke.