Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Swim Run Day: An Antarctic Chill




Just to recap on the Monday swim. I was testing a schedule to see if it would work for my friend Bekka who does not swim as often as I do and who only swims for body health maintenance purposes. It is actually quite interesting trying to introduce swim schedules for somebody like her. When there is no event on the horizon, no goal in sight and the exercise only being to keep in shape. In truth, visually she is in much better shape than me, very slim indeed, in fact I feel positively fat standing next to her in the changing room; her eating habits are in general more controlled than mine evidently.

She got to this point by swimming with me regularly right next to the Lane 1 group and eventually asking Steve about their schedule. After several chats about it a while back Steve. It seemed that she did not want to train as such but did not want to gradually get slower either. This is a person we have know for some years and who would quite often get into the pool and do a mile BUTTERFLY. Not the best butterfly in the world but as any swimmer knows it is such a hard stroke but she had got it down to something comfortable, that was an effort, and that was exercise that she could feel was a really good work out. It was the butterfly that started to gentle coaching because Steve who was Sussex Butterfly Champion when he was young could not resist the temptation of trying to improve her stroke a little.

Steve has tried a number of little schedules for her but the times were too tight and she (and myself), were not getting any rest. She is resistant to discipline and liable to stop for a chat at any time. You cannot however boss somebody about who is really nothing to do with you at all.


On Monday, swimming alone, I did the schedule here below and was getting plenty of rest; about 12 seconds. I was not trying to make it a fast set, but trying to hold the same time on every hundred.

distance
clock
Swim rest



100
60
2.40
100
40
2.40
100
20
2.40
100
60
2.40
100
40
2.40
100
20
2.40
100
60
2.40
100
40
2.40
100
20
2.40
100
60
2.40
100
40
2.40
100
20
2.40
100
60
2.40
100
40
2.40
100
20
2.40



1500 mtrs






This morning with Bekka swimming in front of me we got bundles of rest; fourteen of fifteen seconds and there is the benefit of drafting for you if you look at my time. She got the hang of going when then clock read 60 or 40 or 20. I was pleased to see that she was getting the hang of using the clock nicely. She does work, which involves getting a train and so never swims for a whole hour and that is why this schedule is short.

The Lane 1 Schedule is a hard work plan and the guys in there love to be pushed. The only woman swimming in with them this morning, was turning a deeper shade of pink with each swim and slipped under the lane ropes and asked if she could join us. This was Sandra who is obviously faster than us or she would not be in Lane 1. So she joined us by swimming at the front and was delighted when we told her what the generous swim rest was. Sandra is a teacher and she does not swim to the end of the hour either and left at the end of our 1500 metre set. I said to Bekka that it would be an idea to try to hang on to Sandra’s feet, a remark that brought about a rather course comment but the gist of it was; I can’t keep up with her. “Well, not for the whole 100 mtrs but just try to up your game for as long as you can each time we go”. I was invited a little bit sharply to go in front myself!

I know when to ‘Zip It’. After my friend had left I continued with my usual back stroke until Lane 1 had completed their set.


It was a lovely day that greeted us when we left the pool ready for our run but it was bitter cold and Steve decided that we would go home so that both of us could dry our hair and put an extra layer on before our run. We arrived in Arundel about thirty minutes later than planned. We had both added a thin top layer coat but it still struck cold on my poor old lungs even though it was so beautiful and sunny.

Once we turned into Arundel Park where a pair of swans on Swanbourne lake were doing their impression of pretty candy bowls with their wings beautifully shaped to make a pretty dish shape, we found it to be crunchy underfoot instead of the muddy mess it was last time we did that run and even though it felt like a harder effort than usual with the cold air, actually our time was not far off at all. Apart from the cold it was a fabulous day to be out in such lovely surroundings, we are so lucky to live nearby.

We sloped into Osteria, in the High Street where the manager greeted us and then said,  “Cappuccino and a flat white?” Then told us to take a seat and she would bring them over. I grabbed a paper, the Guardian, and we flicked through the pages until we came to a piece that reported that some photos from Scott’s famously doomed Antarctic expedition were going to go on sale and were expected to make around £4000 a shot. 


Steve and I had been to the Shackleton exhibition at the Royal Geographical Society in London not so long ago and found the whole show very moving with all the photos and the film of the final crushing of the ship in the ice.

As we read the article we saw a photo of Captain Lawrence Oates and Steve turned to me and as we sat shoulder to shoulder, we looked into each others eyes solemnly and said in unison, “I’m just going outside, I may be some time”. My eyes pricked with tears before we laughed at ourselves for knowing this.


Lane 1
10 m. W U

Distance
Clock
Swim Rest
200
60
3.30
100
30
1.45
200
15
3.20
100
35
1.40
200
15
3.15
100
30
1.45
200
15
3.20
  50
35
1.30
  50
05
1.30
  50
35
1.30
  50
05
1.30
  50
35
1.30
  50
05
1.30
200
35
3.15
100
50
1.40
200
30
3.15
100
45
1.45
200
30
3.15
100
45
1.45
200
30
3.15



2500



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