Friday Fun Day

Every Friday at master's swim at Whitworth is referred to as "Friday Fun Day." I think the only person who really sees it as fun is our coach, Kevin, because he likes to torture us. However, Jessi and I decided we really would make this Friday a fun one. We started out by hopping in a lane with Rory Buck. This is fun because try as we may, there is no way we can keep up with him. Not even for 1 length of the pool! What the Buck, right? Seriously, this guy can swim! Here we are chillin' in our lane. I went for the "do something silly" strategy because I can't compete with Rory's rippling muscles!

Hey guuuurl!

Most Fridays consist of us doing a set with fins. As of late, this has not been fun for me because my shin hurts when I wear them, so I just have to swim my ass off to try and keep up with the other people who are swimming like fish in our lane. After that, we usually do cords. Cords are bungie cords attached to the blocks. You strap them around your waist and see if you can make it to the other side of the pool with the resistance from the cord pulling you back. It's tough! The cords are color coded. I can make it to the other end with the yellow cord, so my new challenge is the green cord. I certainly can't make it all the way to the other end of the pool with this baby strapped to me, but I am making progress. I'm pretty sure I'd pee my pants (or suit) in the pool if I ever made it! Here I am swimming with all my might trying to make it as far as I can before passing out. Note the bubbles at my feet. A good kick is essential to these things!
Since Jessi, Steve, and I have decided it's "The Year of the Breast" (breaststroke for those of you with your minds in the gutter), we throw in a breaststroke with cords every now and again too. Believe it or not, it's actually easier than free style! Here I am nearing the wall at the end of my breaststroke. I can't believe how hot I look when I'm swimming. Seriously!
Up next, we head to the racks. Again, you are strapped to a cord, only this time, it's attached to weights. The goal is to swim for no more or less than 8 seconds before the weights reach the top of the machine and stop you dead in your tracks. With 1 weight, I'm too fast, and with the other, I'm too slow. Perfect! As Kevin pointed out today, there is no happy medium for me!
Only 4 more weeks of getting up at 5am to swim and then heading to work. After that, it'll be time to head to Starbucks after the swim, go home and take a nap, and then get my tan on! Summer can't come soon enough!

Thanks to Jessi and Steve for the awesome pics!