I’m 37, I’m not old. – Dennis (if you’d bother to find out), Monty Python and the Holy Grail
This seems like the sort of thing a reasonable man would want to avoid. – Elmo the hotel cook, Vision Quest
Today I didn’t even have to use my AK. I got to say it was a good day. – Ice Cube
If I were the sort of person who put a lot of stock in the Jungian collective unconscious, I would put lots of money on the number 37 right now. Not only is it a reference to a Gen X classic movie, (and if you don’t get the title of the post, I’m not explaining it. It is too vulgar.) it is more today.
37 is the number of laps I did last night at the Y to complete the March lap swim challenge. It happens to be the same number of laps I completed this past Saturday before I had the emotional meltdown.
And as I completed the 37th lap, at 9:25, I also completed the 37th mile for the month of March.
You read that right. 37 miles. All in the water. That is 1,303 laps. 65, 120 yards.
At the end of February, I set a goal to run 40 miles and swim 8. Well, I got it somewhat slightly backwards. I only ran 11, but I swam 37. Total mileage works out the same. I think I’ll call it a month where goals were met.
I’ll post a readable chart some time soon to show how I went from 12 lengths every 2 days to a 5 mile day, in under 4 months. I am still recounting the data over and over, convinced I am missing something, like the time NASA lost billions in a space probe because they missed a decimal place. But it looks like I did 8 miles in 3 months, then came March.
37 miles. That’s just flipping nuts, especially considering that the first 10 days of the month added up to 5.14 miles. Each week I did more. Each week I got a bit faster.
And in typical Weaver fashion, I kept great detailed records and planned everything, yet nearly blew it at the end. I forgot that Thursday night lap swim is only 45minutes, not 60. I discovered this when water aerobics wasn’t getting out of the pool at 8:30. I started really freaking out. (Just in my head, I didn’t yell at the water aerobics folks for taking my lane, that’s so last week.) I typically average 1:22 a lap. 45 minutes is not enough time to swim 37 laps at that pace. Oh man, I’ll miss the final mile by a couple laps.
Or, I could do the fastest mile of my life so far.
So that’s what I did. I sprinted a mile. And I got the mile in just under 43:00. (My first mile swim on Feb 28 took me about 1:40:00.) When I capped it off with the total 74 lengths, my lap counter read 45:02. Unreal. And I felt like I could run home.
So to recap, within those 37 miles, I had:
a 4.4 mile day
a 5 mile day
a 2.8 mile single session
2 ironman length swims in well under the cutoff time of 2:20 (2:03 and 1:50)
a 43 minute mile
I may have to rename this blog From Walrus to Aquaman.
Now what? Here are April’s goals:
1 – Finish Night Flight 5k trail run on April 2 in under 50 minutes.
2 – Get on a bike and learn how to ride it.
3 – Return to the pool and learn proper form, with kickboard and fin work, and utilizing drills. I think after over 45 total miles in the pool, maybe it’s time to learn to swim!
4 – Finish the Robbins Run 5K on April 23 in under 45 minutes.
5 – Start the process of becoming a girevik.
One final note on the end of March. I had a long chat today with another open water enthusiast at the YMCA who has done a half-ironman, and a full marathon, and many other endurance events. He is the closest person to my size I have met to do these things. It gives me hope that endurance training is not about “once I look a certain way I can do this” – but that the will can be strong in us clydesdales too. (Triathlon term for 200+ club)
And, as if life has to come full circle as the month ends, I saw someone I have not seen in years. As we were talking in the hall, here comes my trainer from 11 years ago at the gym. I remember her easily, (and she is very attractive and hasn’t aged a day) but as I was one of many clients she didn’t know me right off. She said “well if I was your trainer how come it took 10 years to get back into it?” And I said “I don’t have all day to tell you. Let’s just sum it up as deep seated psychological issues.” But then I caught her up on what’s happening and it was very cool. She works with geriatric therapy now. I’m sure she uses the YMCA a lot, so the fact that it took until today to cross paths surprises me, but feeds that whole no-coincidences, Jungian unconsciousness day I’m having.
Today, I may be 39, but I’m thinking about 37.