You remember that feeling during final exam week when you realize you know nothing? It is that feeling of despair mixed with a tinge of hope that if you could just stay up all night and cram a semester's worth of notes into a fatigued head, you just might be able to salvage a passing grade. Right now, it's occurring all over campus; and in my training.
I realized last week that I have a test in three weeks that I haven't studied one bit for. The first aquathon of the season is May 29, and I haven't swam with any regularity in the last three months. I've been distracted by my stupid ankle and stupid work. So now I have to cram three months of swimming in three weeks. And the first two sessions last week didn't go so well. I spent the weekend with some sore, stiff shoulders and back, and little to build from.
I need to get to work. HTFU, right?
I do my best work when I have to cram -- hope the ankle is doing well.
you can swim in the pond next weekend....
HTFU indeed.