Since we’ve been doing A LOT of IMs lately in practice, you’d think that I wouldn’t be surprised tonight when the conclusion of our main set was a timed 400 IM. From a push. Killer race + huge waves + sleep-deprived teenager = I CAN’T WAIT FOR DINNER!
I respect IMers so much.
As this post is titled, My Thoughts During A 400 Individual Medly:
- Oh, yeah! (Think in Kool-Aid man’s voice). I’ve got this better than any of those slackers. Yee-haw!
- Gosh, I wish there were less waves. *Cough, cough, Chokes a little bit on water*
- Third length, best length. This is where I’ll kill ’em! [Continues to pass teammates.]
- Oh no, backstroke’s coming. Oh no, oh no…
- [Does underwater fly kicks past the 15-yard mark.] Maybe if I kick underwater the whole way, I’ll stand a chance.
- [Does 7 underwater fly kicks] Arm speed, arm speed, arm speed. They can’t catch up to me.
- [Does 6 underwater fly kicks] Crap! They’re catching up to me…
- [Does 4 underwater fly kicks] Crap! They caught up to me.
- Well, I’m not terrible at breastroke. Maybe I have a shot! [Is passed by the end of the 25…]
- Alright, this isn’t fun anymore…
- My groin, my groin!
- Why oh why can’t I have been a breastroker!
- Alright, baby, here we go! [Begins to catch up to everybody]
- I wish this were a distance set. [Catches some people]
- Rhythm, relax, kick, pull! [Passes some people]
- Sprint, sprint, sprint! When you’re done, you can get a drink! [Finishes in the upper-mid part of the group. Coach isn’t disappointed, nor terribly impressed.]
And now you know.