I've got my training plan for between now and next September sorted out. However like all good battle plans, I doubt it will survive contact with the enemy.
As part of the training I've started spending more time on my swimming. I really enjoy the swimming but its probably my weakest discipline. I've got a pretty good breaststroke but although I think you're allowed to use it at Ironman, it 'll look a bit pants and mainly be knackering. Throw in the fact that it's slower than desired, I need to sort out my Frontcrawl for the big event. Also after watching the Huntsman Triathlon on TV, one chap had to withdraw from the race as he took too long on the swim. I do not want that to be me, I do not want to be falling at the first hurdle.
I've got my bilateral breathing sorted for a pools length at least, I've got some sort of arm motion going but my legs are dragging behind me like a injured jellyfish affixed the underside of a pedalo. Enter my floaty friend, as seen above and at the bottom of the pile.
It is so tiring just kicking your way across the pool. It also makes you feel a lot like a child taking swimming lessons again. It does seem to be helping, despite the odd bit of frog kicking every now and then. Only time will tell however if I can kick it.
