After swimming Sat and Sun (and not feeling great either time) I took a rest day, and when I got in the water this am started going and felt great. Figured I'd push it and try to hit 500m, when I got there 800m didn't seem too outrageous, at least worth a try. By the time I got to 800 I knew I was in a zone and it might be a long time before I felt like this again. I figured I'd keep going until I need assistance to not drown.
I got out of the pool after 30 minutes and 1650 meters. The life guard started yelling at me about sandbagging him, but Fu&* that guy. It took 3 cups of coffee before I knew what was going on around me again anyway. Fun morning. In celebration, here is my favorite swimming and Tussin themed painting. I can't remember the Artist's name, but I know I found it on Gawker.
