I dragged myself out of bed long before dawn, left three indignant dogs behind, and was in the pool parking lot by 5:40am. My friend Melissa met me there to shepherd me through the process and calm my nerves. I was assigned to the "newbie" lane and jumped on in to warm up.
The good: I totally outkicked a guy in my lane and with 450 yards of kicking? That meant I kept up with the group.
The bad: If I made the intervals on the opening 10x50s it was just barely but overall I fell a little behind.
The ugly: 2x500 pull was great but really hurt my shoulder by the end. The kind of hurt that tingles all the way down to the wrist? Not good.
And so I survived something that shouldn't really seem like a big deal to anyone who's done this before but was an intimidating experience for someone who only learned to swim in the last year.
After I got home from swim, I walked the 3 now pissed-off dogs, fed them and went for a run. Yay running! Something I can do properly. Today was an easy 35-minute run to rev my legs up for tomorrow's hard speed workout: 1 mile repeats at faster than race pace. Oh boy, this will
Edited to add a rave - Melissa wrote this to me this morning: "Oh, and btw nice arm muscles. Your biceps pop right out!"