X: Endless Pool

Last night I felt stale at master's, like I was swimming to stand still. My heart wasn't in my flip turns, my hips didn't want to rotate, my stroke count was high, and I'm afraid it showed. When Wendy asked, "How's it going?" as we gasped for air between 800s, I suspect she really meant, "What is wrong with you and why don't you move back down to the second lane where you belong?" My next rest day, March 27, can't come soon enough. - Racer X