In another thread someone was mentioning getting out of practice early because they weren't doing well. When, or why, have you gotten out early?
I'll start:
(1) Kicked in the face (really hard, big owies!)
(2) Kicked in the shoulder (by big guy 6'4" 200#s, I call him husband!)
(3) Decided to swim with aforementioned husband immediately after putting to sleep 14 year old black Lab. We thought it would take our minds off of MacGuire. All I discovered was that I can't swim and cry at the same time.
(4) Bad back- more owies. Good chiropractor- all better.
And I SHOULD have got out (Jan 2001) when:
I swam the whole workout, with good effort, and was shivering cold. I told my husband that I was really cold and he replied, "Maybe you should swim some more (tonight)." I said, "Nah, we're done, I'm getting out." That night I went to the ER and was diagnosed with viral meningitis! Nope, he still hasn't lived THAT one down :p
Back when I was younger, I left an AM prax once because I wanted some donuts and our practice was boring/useless.
It was the best excuse ever. Me and about 1/2 the team left. Plus, Springfield has one of the best places ever for that type of food... Krispy Kreme.
I actually like the outright honesty of this one! But darn, you're making me hungry for donuts... must resist... must resist... must keep swimming...
My first masters' coach always wrote on his workout sheets, "Do the best that you can do. Don't worry about what others are doing." I carry that to both my swimming and running workouts, and if my body is saying "bail" loud enough, I have learned to listen.
Back to the donut thing... makes me think of a student a colleague and I both had. She'd say things like, "I'm sorry I couldn't make it to class. I got caught up in a frisbee game." Or "Do you mind if I skip your class tomorrow? I have to study for a Spanish exam." No dancing around the edges of the truth with stories about family members' funerals (near the end of the semester is always a dangerous time for relatives) or illnesses or car trouble.
Back when I was younger, I left an AM prax once because I wanted some donuts and our practice was boring/useless.
It was the best excuse ever. Me and about 1/2 the team left. Plus, Springfield has one of the best places ever for that type of food... Krispy Kreme.
I actually like the outright honesty of this one! But darn, you're making me hungry for donuts... must resist... must resist... must keep swimming...
My first masters' coach always wrote on his workout sheets, "Do the best that you can do. Don't worry about what others are doing." I carry that to both my swimming and running workouts, and if my body is saying "bail" loud enough, I have learned to listen.
Back to the donut thing... makes me think of a student a colleague and I both had. She'd say things like, "I'm sorry I couldn't make it to class. I got caught up in a frisbee game." Or "Do you mind if I skip your class tomorrow? I have to study for a Spanish exam." No dancing around the edges of the truth with stories about family members' funerals (near the end of the semester is always a dangerous time for relatives) or illnesses or car trouble.
