The set is called what!!

Well I have now completed my first post Metaman swim. As I mentioned yesterday I was pretty apprehensive heading in. I have to say that it wasn't pretty, but at least it is done. It was unlikely that my first swim in a week and a half was going to be particularly great and it wasn't. But to be honest I am just happy to have made it through.

The swim set we did is charmingly called 'Red Mist' which is never a good sign when it is your first swim in a while. It is a fairly simple set, warm up, 10 x 400m, stop. I didn't get anywhere near the target times, which were pretty demanding, but I got to the end of the session, which I am counting as a big win, given the circumstances. I was actually pleasantly surprised at how well my body slotted back into the long session, all that was really lacking was the speed. I knew I should have a higher gear, I just couldn't find it. I am pretty confident that the speed will return once my body remembers what is going on though.

On to the bike tonight. I suspect it is going to be one of those rides where the goal is not drowning. The weather has been on the wild blowy side all day, just to remind us that we aren't quite clear of winter yet. It will my first bike session with some teeth to it, so we shall see how it goes. In weather like this often quality suffers in the name of survival. Hopefully I can keep a lid on it tonight though.

I am off to Darwin next week for work. I have to admit it is causing me a bit of stress from the training perspective. I really don't have a great feel for what training I will be able to get done and what I wont. The work hours will be longish and so fitting training in could be a challenge. After returning from a recovery week, all I really want to do is get on with it. Training for a week and then  interrupting that training is a pain that I could do without. I know it will be fine, I know that whilst I will be working hard up there, the only other activity I have to take care of is training, so I will be able to fit stuff in. It may not be a perfect week of training, but I am pretty sure it will do. I keep telling myself that, but so far it hasn't really helped me feel much better. In the end what will be will be. I just hate the feeling of losing momentum. At the moment I have about 13 weeks until Busselton and I feel like every single one is pretty important.