Ever since I bought this on Wednesday:
I was not looking forward to this on Saturday/Sunday:
But, I'll be damned if I sit around on my hiney and lose all of the endurance that I've worked so hard to gain this summer (and spring... and last winter). So an hour of pool running it was for me today (and Sunday) as per my coach's instructions.
My AWESOME friend Kim was so very kind to play with/watch my munchkins at the pool so I could get it done.
It really wasn't so bad. I wouldn't go so far as to say it was "fun," but it was ok. Evan excitedly volunteered to start timing my intervals (2:00 fast/1:30 rest) after a 15 minute warm-up. My heart rate got going on those intervals. It got up to 170. I could feel the work in my feet (butt, hips, etc.) as well. Pool running has to strengthen the dogs.
Love my boy but he SUCKED as a timer. I fired him after he disappeared to go take a shower in the locker room during interval #3. I'm pretty sure about 4 minutes had gone by and there I was, still sprinting and close to cardiac arrest. I yelled for him, and he finally reappeared all confused about the ending time that we had discussed. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Gimme my damn watch.
All in all, it was a successful workout. I even managed a smile.
Look Ma! No hands!!
Coach wanted me to try pool running for 5 minutes at the end of the hour without the flotation belt. Yeah, right!! I sunk after the first minute. He tells me that's because I have more lean body mass than the "other stuff." I'll take it!!