Great scene.
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So I had the lane all to myself tonight! I was able to do a full whip kick without fear. It was kinda nice not getting kicked or hit, however I do miss my lane mates. They’re quite the riot ….and attractive ;) ANYWAY, I got my ass kicked. My arms were hurting from the get go, so it made things even harder. Urgg
I’m surprised I finished the first lap of fly. I only finished half of the second length though. I was just unable to lift my arms out. My kick doesn’t seem any better, but at least my free form and time is improving. Yayyy.
ANDDDDDD I road my bike outside! When I got home from practice I put on my new chain (took a little longer then I thought it would…) and did a 15 minute spin of PURE JOY!! I just love my bike so much. I felt super strong while averaging 18mph. Me= happy :D The Coach is organizing rides after Saturday practices starting this week. I can’t go because I’ve already made plans to run with my friend right after, but maybe next week! The awesome thing is that it’s outside the city were there are HILLS. No hills here sadly :( Plus, I’ve never ridden with other serious cyclists so it’s something I’m really looking forward to.
Swim was kinda okay? I HATE backstroke. I did so horrible during the meet last week. Oh, how I wish I could forget.
Man is it warming up fast. Going to be about 20C this week. Yeaaahhhh. I’ll be out running in shorts tomorrow :)
TRUTH.
It was so morbid that it made me cry like a fucking baby.
ughhghggghhg
Loved it though.
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Still alive :)
A few more weeks ahead of me then real training resumes.
The weather has been so mild and great for riding but I’m currently waiting on a chain replacement that is coming from the states (a super deal!). No riding till then.
Coach is looking into team kits for this season…kinda cool. Puts things into perspective. It’s funny that even before this, I was majorly involved in another individualistic sport which had a team dynamic and representation to it. Ahhh, what I would do to re-live those years. First love.