...smells like...Friday!
I am a fan of consistency. And while I recognize that a foolish consistency can be the hobgoblin of little minds, I really do look forward to sprinting and relays on Fridays.
End-of-week sprinting is like desert after a week of threshold, distance and stroke vegetable-eating. It does not have the same long-lasting impact on aerobic fitness as a distance set. It does not develop lactic acid processing like a threshold set. But I sure do enjoy it. I get to lead sprint days. I don't have to worry about getting lapped (like on fin and pull days). I get to talk smack with Rebeca during relays, and every now and then I get to pretend that I can keep up with Lindsay.
I should highlight that the above fantasy re. keeping up with my wife only lasts about 24 yards.
I also like sprinting because it gives me the chance to test how much lactic acid I can digest in 1 - 2 minutes. And I get to test myself against the fast kids in Lane 1...without getting lapped if I go out too fast. You know, more chase than pace...
Tomorrow is mid-distance pulling, so I will get a dose of humility. But I may also get to hear Lane 1's leader declare, "Dude. Your wife is a stud." Saturdays.
HammerHead
Bibliography - thanks to Ralph Waldo Emerson and Robert Duvall's Col. Killgore for my opening allusions.
