The swim/run w/ A went well. We did 1000m at Ala Moana followed by a slow and easy 4mi run. She's still recovering from biking up Haleakala, so we took it easy on her legs.
During the swim, we saw a guy flailing in the water. He was barely staying afloat. I started going towards him when he went under for a second or two. My brain was racing as I tried to remember what I was told about this. Unfortunately, it looks like I need a refresher, because all that came to me was "don't let him drag you down." I asked if he was ok, but he just glared at me. I asked again, still no response, just stink looks as he splashed his way to shore. I guess he was embarassed, but seriously, I thought he was drowning.
Yesterday I had swim class and then a bike ride after work. The swim class when well. We did a 200m w/u, a 100m IM, and then we did time-trials. We did this once before a few weeks into the semester. At that time, I did a 50m freestyle in 48s. This time I did it in 43. Very nice. I was also told that my 25m time during that 50 was 21s. Apparently I slowed down.
Unfortunately, I was splitting the lane with the fastest guy in the class. He did his in about 34 seconds. What was fascinating about it was his strokes look slow. He looks like he's not even trying. For most of the rest of us, you see the arms going fast and excessive splashing when we try to go fast. He just looked easy and relaxed. I want to be that guy. I guess I'll just need to be content with having gotten a little faster.
After the trial, the instructor set us free to do whatever we wanted, but she stuck around to offer help if needed. So I worked on my butterfly. This is only the second day EVER that I've tried this. The one class I missed (I was sick) was when we covered the butterfly, so the coach gave me an overview at the last class. I was absolutely horrific at my first attempt, but today seemed a little better. It feels weird, but I'm at least able to pull off a few strokes. The coach said I was actually doing fairly well for this being my first time. Another lady said that I actually looked reasonable, which I was infinitely grateful for as I figured everyone would be pointing and laughing.
The bike didn't go quite as planned. For some reason, my riding partners didn't show up, so I eventually headed out on my own. I rode out to the boat ramp and back. On the way back, making the left into the Arco station, I discovered my back tire was flat as it slewed around behind me on the wet road. Fortunately I didn't go down, and the gas station made a nice place to change the tire. This time I actually remembered how to do it. I got covered in grease as I did it, but I was already filthy from riding on the wet road, so no biggie. It sure feels good to step in the shower and see all the grime rinse off. It makes you feel like you did something.
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