I had a little breakthrough in the pool today. Nothing crazy, but just a few really good moments where I was able to get my time per 100 down to 1:35, the faster end of my anaerobic range. But it didn't feel breakthrough because of the pace, it felt breakthrough because I felt stronger and more comfortable overall. I finally feel like I have the potential to be a faster swimmer, something I previously thought was impossible since I learned so late in life. I'll never be the first one out of the water, but at least I no longer fear the swim.
These little breakthroughs remind me of just how far I've come. I looked back at my blog archives from the first weeks I was swimming, back in May 2008. It would take me 30 minutes to cover 400 yards or less because I literally had to catch my breath after every length. I remember stopping at the wall once and fighting back tears. It was frustrating and humbling, and hard to accept I may never get it even though I wanted it so badly. Less than one year later I've finished my first half Ironman and am training for an Ironman. I couldn't be happier.
Distance - 1,800 yards
Time - 31:24