I can't say I know exactly what compelled me to this morning push myself half a kilometre further than my longest swim, but it felt goo enough that I don't regret it as the day presses on. The crew was off for a run and following yesterday's failure of a knee test to see if my running career could resume, I was feeling like diving even deeper into my reinvigorated pool life was probably the only route I had in my near future. That, and I wasn't expecting anyone back for at least an hour while they trotted out a planned ten klick run, so I had time to kill. Why not swim it away with a few more laps, right? Sixty laps later my shoulders are feeling the effort though my biggest worry is that I've raised the bar again for myself.
SWOLF (swimming only)