As I have discussed, Thursday night workouts are the hardest for me. I really enjoy them, but by Thursday, my brain is craving a rest day. I just want to go sit on the couch and not drive the 20 miles to swim practice. I get there and I’m glad I went, but it’s those steps that make it tough to get there.
Last night, a few storms came through, but nothing too severe, so I had my fingers crossed that swim practice would be okay. Typically, if there’s a storm, I just skip practice, figuring that it will get called for lightning. (The pool has a sensor of sorts that alerts to lightning within a certain distance. When it goes off, the pool is closed for 45 minutes.) However, more often than not, when I make that decision, practice goes on as planned.
So I went to practice.
Got there, everything was fine. So I dressed for swim (or rather, undressed) and reluctantly hopped into the pool.
Started the workout, and by the time I finished my first lap, the sensor had gone off and everyone had to get out of the pool.
Since practice is only an hour, a 45 minute delay pretty much means we’re done.
So hey, I got in a 50 meter workout. I’m a champion, right?
Oh well, at least I tried. Thanks, Mother Nature.