10/05/2013 by Carl Reynolds
One particular stupid swim this week. Tuesday I get into the lido. It’s 15C. I think I’ll swim for 2 hours, but get out after 1hr 40m. I’m hurting a little. I kept pace with James Penrose (Channel 2012, MIMS 2013) for ten lengths; which wasn’t so bad. Then a mile or so later, swim captain Mandy gets in. Catches me after about six lengths. I keep pace with her for what seems like an eternity, but is probably only 600 yards. I ease off and thank her; and carry on. After 5600 yards (5K) I’m hurting and taut and getting very slooow. I exit. I feel OK, but for the subsequent few nights it’s been a bugger to get to sleep as it appears I’ve traumatised my intercostal muscles and breathing is very painful – especially when lying down. It’s recommended to me that I ease off. But I have a short swim on Sunday (a 2k fundraiser). And then I’m in Vienna for work til Thursday…and the river lidos are open. In the back of my mind, the reality of overextending already cold contracted muscles. And the lesson, it’s not a race, it’s a long, langourous swim. Have a break.