My "swim lessons" are hardly what I'd hoped for. I'm the only student, so I was robbed of the opportunity to meet swimming buddies, and I'm forced to interact far too much with my instructor, Mary Ellen. Mary Ellen is fairly old and out of shape, and from what I can tell, knows less about swimming than I do. But she is nice, and knowing that she's waiting for me 2 nights a week is enough to get me in the pool, so I'll give her some credit there.
Her finest piece of advice so far has been to avoid building too much muscle, because when I stop exercising, it will turn to fat and never go away (she knows this because her two daughters played basketball in high school and now have lumberjack thighs that can't fit into pants).
Avoid building muscle mass while training for a triathlon? Interesting plan, Mary Ellen.
I also got every triathlon training guide the public library had to offer (which in Fairfax County was 3, and in the Rappahannock region was 0) and am hoping to absorb lots of information by throwing them on the floor and leaving them there until they are weeks overdue.
My big triumph this week was the 5k - when Julia and I started "competitive" running in September, I was at an 11 minute mile pace. This Sunday I did the "Love the Run You're With" 5k at a 9:12 pace, a full minute faster than the average woman participating in the run. Suck it, average woman. I'm hoping to keep the same pace during the 8k I'm running this weekend and get my mile time well below 9:00 before May.
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