June 7, 2013 235.6 lbs
8x100 with 15 sec rest - right into:
16x50 with 10 sec rest - right into:
20x25 with 5 sec rest - right into:
200 steady freestyle
200 warm down
The whole "right into" part was a little work. After swimming at Hansen Dam, I understand the need to not stop at the ends of the pool to catch my breath. Can't do it in the water. Well, unless you roll on your back that is.
I was surprised I swam it as well as I did, expecting to need more time to catch my breath. Except for the frequent bathroom breaks, (I took three!), I followed the program to the second.
The only other thing that happened was some kids were having a little party. One of them lit up a cigarette. Now understand, there are eight separate no smoking signs in the pool. I asked him not to smoke in the pool area. At the end of the workout, I saw his buddy was smoking in the same spot and looking at me with the "What are you going to do about it?" look. I called security. Looking him in the face, and then waited till they came in and watched him deny he was smoking. I never had to even point him out, the security officer figured it out pretty fast and kicked them out. Do I feel bad, nope. Because even when I smoked, I followed the rules. And I was a hardcore smoker averaging 3 packs a day. Frankly, when I think about it, I consider it amazing I can function at all with the damage I did to myself. Even after quitting over three years ago, my lungs feel like they are just now opening up again.
After the swim, The Boss made a very tasty dinner of zucchini "pasta" with a plant based Alfredo like sauce that was super yummy. However, I ate it so fast, I never got a picture!
Then I decided to get a beer for some reason and headed to Tony's Darts Away. But it was packed and as I drove around, I spotted the Burbank Holiday Inn and remembered there is a upper level bar. So I went there hoping to have a quick drink and bail.
This hotel is nostalgic for me as I stayed there for a few weeks in 1985. My family had relocted out here from Maryland and I was ecstatic to be in California where I could pursue one of three things I was passionate about, music, film work or martial arts. To me, this place was pure heaven. It didn't last though. My mom went stir crazy with my three year old terror of a brother and manipulated us back to Maryland again. Damn! It took a stint in the Army and until 1991 to get back out here. My first wife was even from California.
I thought if I made this goofy expression, it might look like I was falling! Um. . . no.