|Darren Miller in his element, without anyone to lock horns with|
I've been back swimming at the YMCA for about 6 weeks now and although there was one guy who was always there when i showed up on friday afternoon that initially looked like he was going to give me a run for my money but never really managed to keep up. I started to imagine i must be pretty fast.
That all ended last week. I showed up for my longest swim yet - a planned 45 minute straight effort that i hoped would net me 3000 yards. Not only did i the workout result in disappointment when i only made it 2800, but I also got totally got totally schooled in a game of lock'n'horns.
I first saw the guy in the locker room as i was getting changed. He looked pretty fit, but so did the regular who ended up being slower than i was. This new guy was already in the water by the time i slid into the pool and i could tell right away he was faster than anyone i'd yet seen during my workouts. I was excited! maybe this was going to be a great challenge!
I was quickly and thoroughly disabused of this notion, though, as i pushed off the wall to start my workout right as he came in for a flip turn. In fact, he pulled away from me so quickly (he must have been a third of the way back when i completed my first length) that he probably didn't even realize we were racing. Ouch. The disparity between our speeds was so great that i couldn't even milk it for a great workout. I felt slow. And i swam slow as a result. Interesting how that works.