2650 (32600/85050)

100 swim (warmup)
100 kick (warmup)
6 x 75, kick/drill/swim by 25 (free/free/breast/free/back/back)
2 x 100 free, build by 25
12 x 50 free on 1:00, every fourth sprint
10 x 50 free on 1:10, every third sprint
8 x 50 free on 1:20, every other sprint
4 x 50 free on 1:30, sprint
100 pull (warmdown)

Total: 2650

Speed day. I wasn't feeling it at all. We did a lot of skating in hockey practice last night, and I could immediately tell the lactic acid hadn't been flushed out of those big leg muscles when I started kicking today. Also, I ate right before bed, and ended up with a fun stomach ache this morning (which has become nausea again - bleh, should eat breakfast but I feel horrid). On top of that I donated blood last night too, so I think my body is just done with me.

Aaand I just made the mistake of going into the break room (to fill up my water bottle) where people are preparing food for lunch today. BBQ sauce. Cooked beef. Vomiting was an actual concern. Ugh, and I can kinda smell it at my desk, too. Gah.

I'm just going to rant here because I can't really anywhere else: Just because I'm a vegetarian it doesn't mean that I consider a large mushroom to be an acceptable alternative to real food. I like portabello mushrooms just fine, but sliced and incorporated into things, not as a sandwich filling. See, mushrooms a) never seem to get cooked enough, and b) cool down pretty fast, so halfway though it's like eating wet paper towel on a bun. And the really annoying thing is that I feel obligated to eat it, because I'm one of two vegetarians at the company, so they had to get the stupid mushrooms specially. I hate BBQ day. HATE. With the white hot passion of a thousand suns.

Blah blah blah. Sprinting today was hard. The main sets were actually 16 and 12, but Evan cut them to 14 and 10, and I further cut the first one to 12 because I thought I was going to die. I was really rather shocked I made it through the last two sets. I didn't think there was any way in hell I was going to be able to. Notably the last 50 we did from a dive, and I ended up swimming a 40.1 off a dive from the deck. Not too shabby, esepically after all the previous torture.

Tonight we have a get together over at this guy Karl's house. I wasn't sure if I was going to go or not, but I promised Lori I'd be there, so I need to at least put in an appearance. Maybe I'll just go and fall asleep on his couch, heh.