I love to swim/workout in bad weather. What the hell else are you going to do? Study? Clean? Paint the house? (Don't answer those of you who know what I'm talking about.)
Cold sucks. I swam competitively from age 12 and I always hated to be cold. ...but not enough to miss a workout. Today I passed 20,000 yards since Monday. Yep...not a misprint. I'm back on the road to getting into shape. When it is crappy outside I love to spend the day in the gym. Run, lift, swim, eat, bike, swim, run. Must be from my high school and college swimming winter practices that got me to dig this. (I have decided to reward myself by standing for about 4 hours in a smokey casino loosing some cash with my Boston Marathon bound cousin (2:59 - 1st marathon...kids). Who knows...maybe I'll get struck by lightning and win enough to buy that new road bike I've been eyeing. (Shhh...don't tell Lorrie. Oh...she just saw me type this. Damn!)
My swim suit fell out of my gym bag in the trunk of my car. So I get to the pool this morning and have two suits frozen hard as a rock. Up periscope! No, that's not a tumor in my neck. Those are my nuts. The only good news about a suit that cold is that you are completely awake at 6AM no matter how much Mythbusters you watched at 2 AM because you kept waking up. 1st "main set" (after 2,000 warm up) - 18 x 100 KICK on 4 x 1:50, 4 x 1:40, 4 x 1:30, 4 x 1:20, 2 x 1:15 - at least one of us threw up in his mouth after this set.
As it is cold as hell outside...before I hit the boat...a Spinervals DVD where I yell at Troy as much as he yells at me.