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… to splash my way to middle-aged fitness.
I took a much-needed break in my swim-training program yesterday after logging three consecutive reasonably light training days Thursday, Friday and Saturday.
However, when I say reasonably light it’s useful to note that I am mixing it up quite a bit, starting to get into interval training so that I can build up my "kick", for example over the last 100 or 200 metres of sets that are of various lengths.
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February 12, 2008 at 11:42 am
Anonymous
With Valentine’s Day coming at us like a freight train, I thought it very apropos to share with you, dear Whale Shark, the fate that is in store for you on or near Labor Day 2008.
Fear not, because it will be over with before you even know what hit you. But let me paint a picture in your mind…
As you know only so well, Whale Sharks are the largest, and possibly the most powerful sharks in all of the seven seas. They are said to be kind to the other fishies as they eat kril and other organisms that hover around the bottom of the food chain and their excrement is actually food for their friends. However, Whale sharks are also said to be a bit dim witted and possibly because of their girth, oblivious to the goings-on around them.
Contrast that with the Mako shark. Considerably smaller, they are all teeth and gristle. It is said that they have no soul because all they know is killing. The mere scent of a Mako shark within a 200-km radius causes terror in the placid marine ecosystem causing some of the other fishies to literally pee themselves.
The fate of the lumbering Whale Shark is predestined. All of the training in the day will not change the outcome.
Imagine for a moment a beautiful sunny day on the high seas. Whale Shark powers through the waters to the admiring glances of the lesser fishies and even the occasional lady whale. Suddenly, the other fishies disappear. Whale Shark feels a sharp pain in his lower extremities not unlike indigestion. Before the pitiful Whale Shark’s eyes as the lights slowly dim, he notices a the sea is stained red with blood and entrails. His entrails. Yes, the stealthy Mako has eviscerated another Whale shark.
Our sad scenario comes to an end as the Mako, King of the Briney Deep, takes a big, ripping bite out of Whale Shark’s heart.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Whale Shark!
Your friend, the Mako
February 19, 2008 at 2:40 am
Anonymous
Yo you smelly mass of blubber,
Since you were too busy looking for a beach in Orlando, I drew the line in the sand today:
http://www.clubfatass.com/Events/flash-Duel-at-the-Pool-2008
Check out the comments and the link to the day you got spanked. Fear not. You have several months to llive, so live large!
Your friend,
The Mako Shark
February 19, 2008 at 10:20 am
Anonymous
Jackson, your math is bad (over at CFA) … it’s about 7.5 lengths to a kilometre at Kits pool, so round it up to 8 … which means 40 lengths, not 30.
But if you want to you can stop at 30 ….
Jon