Monday after work I go home, make some chili and rice for dinner, but don’t have time to eat before my planned 18:00 swim. So while I am cooking dinner for the girls I make two hot dogs as a snack to make it through swimming. I had skipped lunch by mistake and knew I needed something in my stomach to be able to swim 4500m.
So I recently wrote about missing lots of swimming because of a business trip. But it looks like I was able to bounce back nicely, thanks in part to the start of Open Water swimming and my teammates that show up day after day to swim with me. In the graph below you can see the plateau when I missed 3+ swims. I managed to build back up my buffer by the end of the month.
Swimming, swimming and more swimming. If you have been reading my bloggs lately you might have gotten the impression that all I do is swim. But in fact swimming is only half of what I try to do these days.
As you know I took on the 1,000,000 m Challenge 2020, or 1000 km, or in Swedish a 100 mil.
It was a rough start to the year with a slow start to the swim year with less than 10km the first week, but with Thursday night’s medley workout and Friday the 31st solo swim I finally swam past the pace holder.
This is my 3rd year in doing Crossfit and my 3rd Open and again my goal was to remain a top 50% crossfit athlete in my age group in Sweden.
In 2016 I was 41.8% total in the world, 41% in Europe and 50% in Sweden.
In 2017 I wanted to place better and do better. I finished 40.7% in the World, 39% in Europe and 50.2% in Sweden. What I found interesting with 2017 was that I strated off in the 60’s world and Europe, but over 70 in Sweden and with 3 strong results in 17.3, 17.4 and 17.5 I was able to move up the ladder.
It’s been another year of swimming. But this year has truly been a comeback year for me. I have a great team with people I look forward to meeting at the pool, pushing them, having them push back.
I did not get any PBs at this meet, but I am happy with my progress. I will get faster again, but for now… only click below if you want the really long version (wink: Ed don’t click)
I usually like to make a summary of the previous year, both training summary and race summary before I make plans for the coming year, but not today. I didn’t do much in 2018 and I really do not know what my future brings in 2018.
Will 2018 be the year:
- The swimmer in me shines through?
- I find the joy of running again?
- I get back on a bike?
- I lose the unwanted 15 kg belly?
- I finally shave off my beard?
I am only setting three general goals for 2018.
- Workout 365 hours
- Swim 540km (45km/month)
- 120 Crossfit WoDs (10 WoDs/month)
If I manage to reach all three of these goals I will be happy with 2018 no matter what the doctors tell me in my follow up meeting or my results from Vansbro & Kalmar Swimrun.
But I have a strong feeling that my beard will out live my belly….
So it has been over 15 months since my last non-swimming race and I miss it. I really do miss the atmosphere and other competitors of triathlon and swimrun races and I can not wait to get back to the starting line. But for the time being I need to move on (or back) to being a good swimmer and then build from there.
For me the fall of 2016 and the start of 2017 felt like staring at a white canvas waiting for inspiration to paint something. I did nothing to force the inspiration. I woke up, I ate, I went to worked, and worked out when I could. But I had no drive.
I started writing this 6 weeks ago, but for some reason I never found the time to site down and finish it. Better late than never.
Vansbro 2017 is probably the least planned race of my life, if you don’t count all the times Viola counts down from three to race to the car when I pick her up from daycare.
Seven months ago this weekend, I had a stroke. My Swimrun partner and I had less than 500 m left of a 42 km course. Even to this day it stings to think about that DNF. At the time of the stroke I remember being disappointed that I could not finish the race. I remember thinking that my partner would be mad or disappointed as well, that I couldn’t hold up my end of the race. Thoughts racing through my mind as I come to a stop and have to sit down and have a race volunteer radio for an ambulance; did I eat too little, did I not drink enough. I was around 108 kg on race day, not something that I was truly aware of, even if I did see it, and everyone around me knew. I know that my weight made the day tougher, but I am not sure it was the cause of my stroke.