Ready..VENT! What keeps you from getting to the pool?
Me first.
I am so bummed. Traffic was all jammed up because of an accident and oil spill on the expressway. It took me 2 hours and 10 minutes to get home. That's a 10 mile drive. I could have run faster if they let me take a straight line on the highway. I sat and peeled and ate an orange without even creeping forward. And not one of those tangelos or zipper peel kinds. Thank goodness I had snacks. I certainly didn't think to visit the ladies room before I left work. Normally even in the worst of traffic it's less than an hour. I couldn't even get off the highway because all the exits were jammed because the city was blocked up because people couldn't get on the highway.
And I thought traffic was going to be wasy because of school vacation week.
I work full time and go to school part time. That ate up all my swimming time for the evening. I went to work and left work early to get in some good pool time tonight.
Blech.
Your turn...NEXT!
The time before work and swimming, usually one hour. I've found this common with other teammates. We call this the dead hour. I've developed a ritual, very exciting, of stopping at the Store 24 and buying lemon tea and a Nature's Valley peanut butter granola bar. Then I take the T (Boston) and am typical American eating food fast on train, dropping crumbs everywhere.
This helps me get to practice. At practice I try not to complain to people before we start swimming. I tell myself I am here to swim despite the pit of the dead hour.
Also, I've been told sleep is overrated. I don't sleep much and I've learned I can swim on very little sleep. Of course, it's better to sleep.
But if I don't get to practice, it's because the dead hour got me. Then I watch TV all night and feel guilty.
The time before work and swimming, usually one hour. I've found this common with other teammates. We call this the dead hour. I've developed a ritual, very exciting, of stopping at the Store 24 and buying lemon tea and a Nature's Valley peanut butter granola bar. Then I take the T (Boston) and am typical American eating food fast on train, dropping crumbs everywhere.
This helps me get to practice. At practice I try not to complain to people before we start swimming. I tell myself I am here to swim despite the pit of the dead hour.
Also, I've been told sleep is overrated. I don't sleep much and I've learned I can swim on very little sleep. Of course, it's better to sleep.
But if I don't get to practice, it's because the dead hour got me. Then I watch TV all night and feel guilty.
