One Hour Breaststroke Lap Swim
6:42 AM; Midway YMCA
Wanted to compare my mix of breaststroke/freestyle with a pure breaststroke swim. 2600 yd in a little more than an hour. Comparing this with my Dec 18 workout, where I did 6 x 100 yd and 4 x 50 yd FS intervals, I am just 50 yd ahead in exactly the same time. I have to add that my recovery between intervals is just doing two laps BS at a slower pace, so I move the entire time I'm in the water. My goal for next time is to expand the length of my freestyle intervals, doing something like 4 x 150 or 4 x 200 yd FS, while trying not to get too winded, which is my problem with FS.
I was later, the two center lanes were taken by two very slow swimmers. I took the remaining lap lane along the wall. At 7:00, it got very busy and within a short period of time, each lane had at least two swimmers, most of them real swimmers. Good to see the place used but I prefer those quiet very early mornings.
Biking Commuting6:41 [1] 1.99 km (3:22 / km) +80m2:48 / km shoes: All-City Space Horse
Midway YMCA to Home
7:59 AM; Hamline Midway/Frogtown
1.7 °C; Cloudy
Biking Commuting6:17 [1] 1.97 km (3:11 / km) +3m3:10 / km shoes: All-City Space Horse
Home to Midway YMCA
6:27 AM; Hamline Midway/Frogtown
1.6 °C; Cloudy
First bike ride since early December on wet but almost ice-free streets.
1 PM
Hiking1:19:18 7.17 km (11:04 / km) +90m10:24 / km shoes: Asolo FSN 95
Energy Park West
1:55 PM; Hamline Midway/Como Park
4.4 °C; Cloudy
Did the western portion of Energy Park. Dogs found and ate all manner of disgusting stuff. At the last moment I prevented them from finding the entrails of a rabbit that someone had gutted rail-side though all things considered, they would have been probably better than part of the rotten rabbit pelt that Roux scarfed down. On our last leg, we walked into what looked like a running club, in fact it was a "Drinking club with a running problem," i.e. the Minneapolis chapter of the Hash House Harriers. Before I had even found out who they were, I found myself with a beer in hand. The one thing I could not do is to continue running after drinking a beer, which they did. As they left and we continued, I beheld someone who looked like a straggler. It was not, rather Malone, the son of a friend, who was not running to beer but to his car.