I will admit to these things: 1) I rolled my bike shorts up to both get that nasty sticky silicone gripping stuff off my bare skin (I can't freaking stand it) and to allow the best possible tan line one could get in bike shorts, and 2) my seat post may have started to slide down because my left knee started to hurt for the first time in many many months on this ride. And because Badger has brought this notion to mind. So it could have been either or neither of these reasons that caused these really uncomfortable welts I ended up with in my personal space.
I headed to the pool on Sunday (after sleeping in and magically healing from Tylenol PM), again getting there early, and have a chance to ask that woman if she was able to pill her cat. She wasn't, but she thanked me for asking, and said she was glad to be at the pool to get some of her nervous energy out. I was also glad to be at the pool, because I had set a goal of swimming non-stop for 1600 meters, or one mile.
Me and my snazzy new red suit, stopping to soak my hair in the shower, plunked into a lane, strapped on my new shaded goggles, and set off. I swam breaststroke the entire way, and didn't ever have to stop to catch my breath. I made it 1000m in about 26 minutes, which was 6 minutes faster than my previous 1000m swim. And just kept going, back and forth, 32 times.
I had enough time each lap to tell myself. "That was 50 meters. When I finish this distance, it will be 100 meters." And so on. Until I said, "That was 1550 meters. When I finish this distance, I will have swam 1600 meters. I will have swam a mile without stopping. I am a total bad ass. Look at me rock this pool." And so on.