The local pool's summer schedule ends tomorrow, a bad sign.
I have been making progress, things too tough to explain, more movement in new places. The shirt I wear to the pool will fit differently on the ride home. I have been pushing things, hard.
Not sure just how many days in a row I have managed, but it's been at least 3 weeks with 2 miles or more in the pool. I have done more kicking than ever, usually 1k normal flutter, 1k on my back. In these, it will go from discomfort to agony to freedom to pain, the whole spectrum, often pain, but usually around 800m, I find something new, a point of focus, and I zoom with less effort and little drag and things seem interesting, at least until muscle memory takes over in my excitement and pain returns.
Anyways . . .
I wanted n update as I have written so little for so long. I have just been in a pattern of motivation followed by concentration followed by exhaustion.
I hope I get 2 more months or so of weather where I can keep this going. Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky and start to reach a point where I can swim in the rain and cold again. Doubtful, I know. Last winter near killed me.
I don't want to live through that again. Oops, no bad thoughts.
Just a note, and it may have had a role in me pushing so hard, but my neighbor (N2, for two doors down) snapped and broke into N1's house, shot at them 15 times, then killed himself with the last bullet. I knew him from the pool. He was disabled, too. He was, relatively speaking, worse off then me. He had enough.
Fortunately, he missed my N1 neighbors. And, he spared their dog, a great dog (we kept him the next night). It was . . . an experience. It left an impression.