Tuesday's stroke work, or, I learn that 180bpm is the heart rate at which I start to want to puke
400 free with paddles
100 breast kick
4x50 IM order on 1:00
4x100 fly on 1:40 (repeated 1:25)
4x100 back on 1:45 (repeated 1:20)
4x100 breast on 1:50 (repeated 1:30)
4x50 fly on :50 (repeated :40)
4x50 back on :55 (repeated :40)
4x50 breast on 1:00 (repeated :45)
200 cool-down
Total yardage: 2700
Not a huge number of yards, but they were definitely quality. I took my heart rate about four times -- once it was 160, every other time it was 180. I was working really hard. That's one good thing about having The Adversary there -- I always push harder when I'm swimming against her. Apparently I'll even push myself to the point of puking. There was one 100 breast where, upon finishing, I just collapsed sideways against the wall and didn't move until it was time to go again. Most of the time I stand up, but not this time.
Felt pretty good after doing the cross-country skiing yesterday. I was a little sore in my back muscles, but it was nothing that a good warm-up in the pool couldn't work out. I have a hunch that the skiing uses a lot of swimming muscles so picking up the sport is not going to be terribly enlightening in the "Ha! You didn't know you had that muscle before, did you!" way. Very fun though.
Later than morning: an hour-plus of cross-country skiiing again. I repaid my "I didn't fall at all on my first time skiing" karmic debt by falling twice today. It's a damn good thing that one of my favorite pastimes is laughing at myself!