Back to the Masters

5:15 am and my alarm goes off somewhere in the dark. I reach for my phone and type in a text to my training partner "Are you awake?" I ask as I hit snooze and flip over onto my side. It is pitch black and warm in my bed. A few minutes pass by with no reply... I begin to let my mind wander "My bed is so comfy, and my training partner is asleep... hum I should just go back to sleep too." My eyes pop open and I hop out of bed. I know if I don't get moving now I never will. I come to the realization as I pull on my swim suit and grab my mesh bag that no matter how committed my training partners may seem when it comes down to it, it is just me. My phone buzzes as I head for the front door, "I'm awake."

My training partner Hoz met me at the pool. It was his first time back in the pool in 15 months, my first time back in 2 months. We were in for a treat. Forget doing the actual work out, I was just trying to keep up! Take 2 months off and you are basically starting from scratch. Lets just say I had my ass handed to me. At least I was in good company. Hoz met up with me on the wall and all he could say was "I am going to make you cry on the bike tonight." All in all, a good day to be back in the water.