It’s strange how these things go… Some days you just can’t get anywhere near where you know you can be, some others you exceed your expectations by miles.
I’ve not been sleeping particularly well this week. Often I’ve been quite cold when I’ve gone to bed, then started feeling hungry and eventually had to get up and eat something just to be able to sleep at all. It’s a bit irritating, but I recognise that the body can behave in quite odd ways when it’s trying to accommodate new physical demands so it’s probably just something I have to live with for a while.
It did mean that this afternoon when I went to the pool I wasn’t really in the best place mentally though. The only small positive was that I had the fast lane all to myself. My first couple of 50m reps were 47 and then 48 seconds and particularly since I’d knocked another five seconds off my interval I was getting myself into a “Let’s just get through this” mindset. Then I managed 46 seconds, and after that a few in the 45s. And they just kept coming. Of the twenty reps, fifteen were below 46 seconds and one was actually forty-four point something. I’ve no idea what brought this on. Obviously the interval is still a decent amount longer than I want it to be eventually, but it’s right up there with the fastest I’ve ever done the actual swimming.
I treated myself to a bit longer recovery before doing ten 25m reps, all of which were below twenty seconds and some getting very close to dropping into the eighteens for the first time in more than a year.
So I came home very happy in the end and as a bonus it reinforces the feeling that it’s always worth doing even when you’re not really in the right mood.